If the Rain Ever Stops

If the rain ever stops and the sun comes out, I think I'll just breathe. No plans, no commitments, just my thoughts and me.

This storm has been pouring and destroying me in it's path. All I expected was a little breeze, but instead got it's wrath.

Soaring winds and drowning rain, yet no shelter is around. I search and search desperately, with nothing to be found.

"Is there anyone there?" I cry out with a gasp. Alone. No one. But they are watching behind the glass.

They watch me like a caged animal, clawing to survive. They eat their popcorn and sip their cokes, while I try to stay alive.

"She should just get over it" I hear one of them say. But they are under a dry roof, keeping their storms at bay.

They point and laugh as I continue to fall down. They've painted this picture of me, portraying me as a clown.

I've given it my all, so it's time to give in. Giving up is the best option at this point, since I can't seem to win.

As I am getting ready to lie on the ground, after fighting for so long, I hear something in the distance. Something familiar, a song.

I focus closely on the pleasantness of the sound. The more I focus, the more the storm calms down.

The song grows louder, the rain fades away, and the sun is peaking through. I hardly recognize any of it. It's familiar yet so new.

The rain has stopped and the sun is out, so I think I'll just breathe. No plans, no commitments, just my happiness and me.