i have come to love the smell of rain.
it means that everything has been washed away,
fresh and new, green and calm.
the rainfall means that i can start anew.
assume a new identity,
cast away my problems,
build myself a cabin in the woods.
i have come to yearn for the rumble of thunder.
it echoes the ache i feel in my chest ,
fills the emptiness with a warm, deep hum and
thaws my cold bones.
i can sit in a filled silence,
without the need to run,
to distract myself from the voices in my head.
i have come to appreciate the excitement of lightning,
a force of nature completely out of my control.
a spark in the air and
the feeling of electricity raising the hairs on the back of your neck.
when the light flashes,
illuminating up the sea of sky outside my window,
i relinquish all my worries
and bask in the realization that all i can do is watch.
i have come to anticipate the brooding clouds.
they envelope the sky and soften the blinding rays of the sun.
in the darkness secrets can stay hidden and
you don’t have to pretend to be happy under the scrutiny of the light.
when the sky grows dark it means that i can let myself go.
because for once, the sky reflects how i feel.
i have come to learn that i am more than i realize.
i am the ruthless rain,
pelting down on the sidewalk and flooding all the rivers.
i am the howling wind,
halting for nobody, carving my own path in the world.
i am the lively lightning,
brightening the sky with my brilliance.
i am the storm.
i am a force of nature.
and i have no reason to be afraid.