It’s raining on my head, my hair is soaked.  My shoes are so full of water, its squishes out the tops where the air holes are.

It wasn’t supposed to rain today.

I didn’t plan for it

I planned for sunny weather

I planned for warmth

I planned for happiness

I have wet damp weather

I have cold wrapping around me

I have a sense of gloom

Why can’t I see the sun, why did the clouds come?

Rain, rain, go away…

Wait…

Look at the flowers, they are opened up, soaking in the drops of water.

Look at the grass, its blades are glistening from the substance it receives.

It’s not about me, there are things around that need the rain as much as I need the sun.

I’ll wait my turn

I see the clouds shifting, the sun is breaking through

I see the gloom shifting the happiness is breaking through

 ©2009 Marsha Brown