Everything seems brighter when it rains.
Maybe the trees feel like they don’t have to compete
with a bright blue sky
(because today it’s gray).
The trees get the chance to be
I think I’m trying to do the same.
And maybe I am the same as
when I can hardly see past the gray,
something bright comes along
(like a friend or two).
Maybe sometimes you have to cry
because you’re so frustrated
and angry (righteously angry?).
And you try to keep in the tears
so other people feel okay around you.
But then you let them out and
the beauty reveals itself to you.