The rain falls on me,

 

I feel the drops,

 

stinging my skin,

 

the wet rain reminds

 

me of my wet tears.

 

Dripping, soaking me.

 

Tearing me to the core,

 

even though soft.

 

The rain doesn't let up

 

I try to shield myself

 

but the umbrella

 

flies away like a bird,

 

I feel the rain again.

 

It isn't stopping.

 

It drives harder,

 

it pounds me until

 

there is not a drop of dry left.

 

I shiver but I then realize

 

I'm still standing.

 

The rain may be pelting me

 

with all it's got

 

but even though slippery

 

and driving as hard as it can,

 

I'm still standing.

 

The rain can't knock me down,

 

it can try to push me back,

 

making me fight for each step

 

but I do because

 

the rain has to eventually

 

let up on the fierce pelting

 

it gives me for a while.

 

It tests me, making sure

 

I decide to stand strong.

 

I can find shelter from the storm

 

and wait for it to ride out.

 

Eventually, the rain gives up

 

and there I am

 

left standing in the sun.

 

~Copyright 2010-2011, Mary D'Alba (Spiritualitygirl)~