June 1, 2021
Sometimes when I see days of rain
It seems to seep within my brain.
It makes its way into my mind
And finds a way to intertwine.
When rain’s a verb not just a noun,
It’s wet and heavy, weighs me down.
Why should I let it soak my day,
Get in my soul and have its way?
I have control of what’s inside,
What has permission to reside.
It’s up to me to break the spell,
To not allow the gloom to dwell.
My soul can soar on eagle’s wings,
Above the clouds where my heart sings.
I’ll spread my wings where skies are blue,
Allow my spirit to renew.