Rain

Rain tip taps on the window of my grief, 

letting it know that it is seen, that it is not alone, 

by sharing its own tears. 

Rain lets my grief peek into the world outside. 

By wiping the tears off my face, 

it helps me take a deep breath, 

let it out in the form of rain drops. 

Thunder silences the wails in my soul, 

letting me know that I'm one with the world, that I do belong, 

and remind my grief that it can now be let out, 

to be cleansed of dirt 

and let it jump around in puddles, 

just like the little kid it once was!