Rain

It’s kinda rainy out so I thought I’d write about rain. I’m kinda feeling poetic tonight so forgive me, please.

The rain washes away my sins as quickly as they come. It is like a starting-off point. Like yesterday never happened and tomorrow is full of possibilities. I can be anything I want as long as I reach up and touch the stars which are so much closer than you would ever think.


Tomorrow I can be a new person. Not full of doubts and regrets. But of hope and of the things that I want to become. The person I want to become.

Nothing is out of reach. My dreams are as close to me as my nose is to my face.

The rain becomes one with my sorrows. They are so close together that I am unable to tell them apart anymore. The more I look, the more confused I become.

It is as if the rain is mimicking the tears that I have cried for so many years. The earth takes part in my grief. It understands the pain that I have suffered and will suffer in the future that will take place.

The rain washes away the dirt so that I can become clean again. It is a feeling more than just physical, but spiritual. The cleanliness that is next to Godliness. As if being clean can also bring me closer to God.


The rain makes ripples in the pond. Getting bigger and bigger with each second. It is as if I am a ripple in the pond of life. I can impact one person or hundreds of people with my actions. If only I would put more thoughts into these actions.


The rain is my friend and lover. It brings me hope, comfort and a sense of knowing what I am going through. It is more than just a sound of pounding drops against the rooftop. It is also symbolic of me. Of who I truly am and who I will become.