Followed By Rain
-a poem-
No matter where I go I feel I am followed by rain;
I live my best days under open skies
The sun streaming through the clouds; warming every inch of me.
But moments after the day draws to an end,
that same sky that was happy not so long ago clouds over, becoming dark and bleak,
opening up and pouring out onto my life.
Not the kind of rain you can dance in
Not the kind of satisfying storms accompanied by thunder and lightning
Just dark, sad, endless rain
Why do tears follow so shortly after laughter?
Why does anger try to drown out joy?
Why do trials have to come the moment I feel at peace?
I don’t know the answers.
But please, can it cease?
Can the tears cease to follow laughter?
Can the anger stop coming after joy?
Could the trials wait a little longer before coming after me?
The answer is no.
I will be forever followed by rain.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t ever see sunny skies again.
And think of how more bright and beautiful those sunny skies will be, when I look back from where I came. When I look back at all those times I was followed by the rain.
