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

childhoodfaithhopeimaginationinspirationalrhyme

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