The rain is still pouring. It seems like there’s no stopping. The sun is still hiding and here I am, waiting for the sunshine.
My heart is getting gloomy each day. I can’t wait for the rain to stop. But, as time goes by, I became used to the rain; as if it washes my impatience and cleanses my soul. I still feel the pain of my existence and the ache of my purpose but, the rain gives me comfort. Encouraging me to just let it go; the heaviness that I’m feeling. I have no idea what is hurting now; it’s like my whole being is in excruciating pain and agony.
I’m crying for the pain of my essence; all the wounds and scars of my soul. I feel like my being is weave by scars and wounds. The pain freely flows in my blood. The defeat and failure build up my system. The good feelings uplift and enlight my soul. I’m a mixture of darkness and light. I’m compose of paradox and reality.
Yes, the rain washes my tears and gives me comfort that everything I’ve been going through is temporary. It may be pouring today but tomorrow the sun might come out.
It’s okay if it’s still raining, it’s okay.