The Rain Washes Over Me

~The Rain Washes over Me~

When the rain comes I find myself exposed. 

I didn’t expect the storm this time. 

The dark clouds rolled in swiftly to pillage my warmed soul.

I felt the Sun and its warmth gently kiss my face and I was drunk with anticipation. 

The shimmer nourished the dark cold recesses of my slumbering spirit.

It only peeked from behind its hiding place for a few brief moments, but that is all it took. 

I knew in an instant the power and strength of its magnetism. 

Just as unexpectedly as the dazzling rays shone so brightly, they quickly waned.

In the brilliance my scars were no longer hidden by the cloak of sorrow.

Raw and hideous like Pan, even Apollo recoiled aghast with provocation. 

The indifferent rain suspends my foolish reverie.

With outstretched arms and my face toward the heavens I welcome the rain.

Cleansing tears from angels above wash over my brokenness.

Rinse free the stains of despair and restore the promise of paradise.

Without concession the clouds linger, the rain engulfs and washes away the anguish.

Serenaded by the sweet song of hope and clarity sweet ambrosia and nectar nourish me.

Renewed and radiant, I await the Sun.