Sometimes It Rains

It's raining outside.

It's really pouring down judging by the dull roar.

I focus my mind,
Shoving everything away but the
Sound of clouds letting loose.

My mind clears,
But I am still far from calm.
Lingering emotions clog my
Soul and
Mind,
Even though their cause is,
At this moment,
Absent.

Why can't I just let this go?!

The sky's weeping is not a
Gentle thing.
It is a
Roll of thunder, a
Crash of lightning, a
Celestial tantrum, a
Heaving sob.

I join the storm in its
Rolling and
Crashing and
Heaving.

My voice has already been
Denied,
So I offer it in sacrifice to the heavens.
My hopes have already been
Torn,
So I retrieve them from my
Scattered thoughts and
Shred them further into
Indistinguishable
Bits.

They flow from my hands with
Tears, whether
Mine or the
Sky's,
I know not.

With their release,
The storm abates.
The sky lightens.
Through the clouds
I catch a glimpse of the sun.

Drops still fall, 
But that's alright.

Together,
The tears and the rain wash everything away.

Reviews

[A. L. Allen]

J, this is absolutely beautiful. I have no words to adequately describe it. Just... wow.

Incredibly stunning job. Well done.

[DuttonJ]

Thanks A!
It was raining the other day in proper midwest fashion (thunder, lightning, and torrential downpour that went away after ten minutes). I really just couldn't help myself. :)

[A. L. Allen]

J, this is absolutely beautiful. I have no words to adequately describe it. Just... wow.

Incredibly stunning job. Well done.