the droplets of rain

heard as i rise from tomorrow’s bed, pulling

last night’s sheets, the droplets telling me that

today would be filled with dread.

the rain symbolising trickling beads of anxiety pooling and later 

turning into a flood of dark fear set to drown me

but then i remember that it’s morning

and the orange sunrise on the expansive horizon’s

telling me that hope’s coming

and the rain’s a sign of cleansing, washing away

all the nightmares, clearing out doubts

the rain’s a beautiful thing

there’s nothing to be afraid of



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