It’s been raining in my soul for weeks,
For I have been “under the weather.”
It started slowly at first.
Small drops filtering down until,
I no longer could stand.
Then the storms appeared,
Full of lightning pain,
And I feared I would not make it through,
The stormy night.
The storm cleared,
And to my amazement,
Small flowers of hope are appearing.
Like the small velvet purple violets that are blooming,
In my backyard.
I want to run,
And live again,