A Poem for a Rainy Day

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

unapologetically themselves.

I think I’m trying to do the same.

And maybe I am the same as

the trees—

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 confused

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.


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