So the title was a writing prompt that my fellow writer Kazia and I sort of challenged each other to use to create a piece (from the song "Coming Home"). She did a beautiful job, but it took me a while longer to find the sentiment. However, as life happens, it came to me. I guess I needed to feel pain...
It’s sunny out
No clouds in the sky
A bright blue blanket
Above us all
Yet my soul is wounded
Like dry land cracked open
With nothing growing
Somehow
Somewhere
In a dark corner
Of my soul
It’s overcast
Dark gray rainclouds
Threaten to pour
Thunder and lightning
A chill in the air
A storm is approaching
No time to find cover
As the rain starts
Moisture trickles,
reaches deep
The gloomy, farthest spots
And with their magical touch
Cold drops cleanse my soul
I let rain wash away
The pain from yesterday
A timid weed sprouts
Peeks out from the depths
A dandelion blossoms
Even in a barren soul
The obstinate rain creates
A bright yellow bloom
Hope is reborn.
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