When I look and see one coming, I prepare
Watch it pass warm and dry
Other times, I do not take the time to look
Storms catch me vulnerable
Drench me with my foolishness
But one I never saw coming
Lingered long and longer
Until I shouted at the sky
Why me?
Where is my silver lining?
Until I almost stopped believing in rainbows
When I finally accepted living with wetness
It ended as suddenly as it began
The last droplets revived my creative rose