Rain
I raise my head to the heavens
praying for rain
washing away the tears, I shed
for this world of pain
I go to sleep depending on something better
but to my disdain
I wake up, only to discover
more of the same
the world's harsh reality
shows itself daily
only to hold me captive
as I wonder what happened
the life I once knew
a young tike
a baby boy
so free, playing with toys
so easily assured
so easily comforted
that everything would be well
even when I couldn't tell
I flashback, seeing the rainbows
after the rain showers
and I remember the growth
of the grass and flowers
I didn’t like rain
back in those days
but now, rain is a sign
that things can grow in time
Copyright © Jordan Brazell | Year Posted 2010
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