The weather

The weather, it just never cooperates.

Like now, as I sit

On this park bench,

I'm drenched.

I mourn while holding

A flower with a broken stem.

And the red of the petals

Blaze against the gray of the storm.

Most people go inside,

Away from the rain,

But I just sit and think.

For I've no place to go.

Thunder beats loudly

Echoing across the skies.

The weather became as my heart:

Cold, dark, gloomy -- broken.

The thunder yells,

And the lightning shrieks.

But I don't listen,

For I need the rain.

Oh, the rain, wet and heavy,

How it cleanses my soul.

And I'm hoping it'll wash

All my sorrow away.

And now, as I sit,

Drowning in rain and misery,

The clouds open up,

And a single sun beam peeks at me.

That single beam, warm and bright,

Shines upon my dark, lonely soul.

It tells me it'll be okay,

And there's still a ray of hope.