The Rain

I sit in the rain.

The rain renews the earth.

Grass sprouts from the thirsty ground

Satisfied with the life-giving water falling from rolling clouds.

All is well.  The darkness gives life.

So I sit, eyes cast down

In the rain.

I sit in the rain.

"Seek the silver lining," they say.

Behind the clouds, the sun still shines

Spreading its warmth somewhere in its glow.

Somewhere else, the light shines.

So I sit, lightless, cold,

In the rain.

I sit in the rain.

Shivering, I wish for warmth.

But I choose to stay where wind howls,

Where drizzly mist obscures my face and pain.

Sunshine's language I know not.

Life is too familiar

In the rain.

I sit in the rain.

This is my life now.

Though warmth is a choice away,

I'm so cold that I can't feel my legs to stand.

Even if I choose to move toward it,

Here I sit, eyes cast down

In the rain.