Let It Rain

There’s something about the storm outside my window

That placates the one within.

The gentle rumble of the thunder

And the steady purr of

The ebb and flow

Of raindrops’ rhythm

Vacillating

Between soft and slow or heavy and bold

On roofs and riverbeds and roads.

A sense of calm trickles over me,

As if the rain itself were washing my worries away.

I am the rain.

The rain is me.

And together we fall

And let go

Of the heavy burden that we had pooled

into dark clouds.

The release brings peace.

More rain, please.