Better Now
/(Dedicated to the one who watered me most. Thanks for helping me grow.)
Listening to the sound of a rainy day,
I'm feeling alright I've gotta say.
No more are the days when rain makes me sad.
That's growth, progress and for that I am glad.
Every time it rained I was down in the dumps.
I'd lie in bed like I was sick with the mumps.
The rain smelled of egg sandwiches and a fishing lake.
Just the smell alone made my belly ache!
Every time it rained, clostraphobia kicked in.
I felt like I was trapped in a car and my head would spin.
When it would thunder and lightning my body would tense.
Frozen in a time that rain would misrepresent.
Life always brought storms and blaming the rain was easy.
I needed a cover-up reason for feeling angry and queasy.
The rain was my scapegoat, nobody questioned why.
When I said, The rain makes me sad, they'd leave me to cry.
We bury the truth when we lack the tools to cope.
Bury it if you must but know there's hope.
The rain made me sad but I buried the why,
I felt stuck and alone and too tired to try.
Everything buried will eventually rise.
The sadness the rain brought was just a disguise.
It was easy and safe to say the rain made me sad.
It was hard to be reminded of my childhood with dad.
Just like the rain helps the earth grow.
I also am growing, becoming a bold woman I'm proud to know!
Listening to the sound of a rainy day,
I'm reminded of how far I've come and those who watered me on the way.
By Simple Sue
From: United States