INSPIRATION
Let it rain .
Sometime He calms the storms and sometimes He lets it rain . Maverick City
I hated the rain as a child . Rain meant going inside and no longer playing with friends . Rain meant no electronics because of old wives ’ tales and imminent dangers . I wished rain never fell . I would stand by the window and look out at the effects of the rain . The water slid down the metal of the jungle gym , landing in a swirl on the grass , washing away laughter and carefree frolicking in the yard . I wanted back the vibrant colours of streamers blowing in the wind as bikes raced on the pavement instead of this gloomy grayish-white I now saw . I longed for the glistening of brown skin in the hot sun as we dashed back and forth in a game of tag . I hummed as I stared through the slits , waiting for the freedom from this water war I could not participate in , to return . Rain rain go away Come again another day ; Little Stacy wants to play
Rain rain go away . Rain was bad . It delayed ; it took things away .
I used to hate hard times . Hard times meant going inside my mind and blocking people out . Hard times meant drowning myself in electronics and social media because of old fears caused by a lack of trust in people and the imminent dangers of vulnerability . I laid in my bed , feeling the effects of pain . Tears , sliding down my cheeks and landing in puddles on my pillow , washing away all traces of peaceful sleep and carefree daydreams . I missed the vibrant colours of a good time when all that I prayed for was answered , I had a grip on life , and my plans succeeded . I hummed with squinted eyes as I waited for this internal war I did not want to participate in , to end . Pain , pain go away Don ’ t come back another day It ’ s not supposed to be this way Pain , pain , go away .
Pain was bad , it delayed ; it took away .
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