Winter Woes

There are times when you will feel pain.
There are times when you'll feel there is nothing to gain.
And there will be times, my child, when all you feel is the rain.

Im standing under a cloud and I can feel every fattened drop of water explode on my skin.
A drop of liquid engorged with resentment, a drop fed by fear, a drop expanded by anxiety, they continue to grow and continue to fall.

I'm left to find the melancholy beauty that lies inside of the storm, the music that lies inside of thunder, and the hope that is illuminated by the lightening.

Just as all things storms pass. Black clouds blow away to be replaced by sun and bird songs.