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.