Spiritual Downpour
On a hard rain, a regret-cleansing, and the strange grace of joining the sky in crying.
There’s a kind of storm that arrives at exactly the time you needed it. You weren’t going to ask the sky for permission to fall apart, and then the sky started doing it first.
The Wind howled
As the Rain fell hard
Streaks of Tears, I thought
Overflowing from the Sky
I joined outside
Before the Sun could shine
Days like this, I decide
I’ll take part in this Rebirth
Washing away regrets, mistakes
Feelings of little self-worth
Thoughts like these, I needed
To Purge — in Spiritual downpour
The Heavens and I cried together
As we await our next bright day
Suddenly, in that moment
I am Alive again
The Heavens and I cried together. Some of the best moments of my life have been sitting outside in weather I had no business being in, letting the rain do work the inside of me couldn’t quite finish on its own.
You don’t always have to choose the indoor version of feeling things. Sometimes the right move is to go stand in the rain.
— JTC