Standing in the rain…
Feeling this monsoon kind of pain.
The drops hit my face
Scattering my tears all over the place.
There is no way
To wipe the tears away.
Living this monsoon kind of pain
My path once aligned with the storm’s
Destroying nearly everything, leaving me torn.
I suddenly look up and realize
That these are my skies.
Still standing in the rain
Still noticing this pain.
I look back and understand
There is no one there to take my hand.
No one can pull me from this path,
I’ve chosen this route this is my own wrath.
Consequences of turning away from the sun.
This left me wailing & completely undone.
Standing in the rain
Feeling this monsoon kind of pain.
I look forward…
I see something, but it’s blurred.
I move toward it
I can see that
I’ve stepped beyond the rain
No longer living in pain
The sun dries up my tears
& my pain disappears.
The moral here is this…
You may not always live in bliss.
Keep moving forward on your path…
Simply knowing you are in charge of that.
Peace to you all!
The World in Black and White 
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