A Walk in The Rain

I took a long walk in the gentle rain today,

and let it wash and scatter my worries away,

the light shower dampening my dry skin,

leaving me curiously empty and light within.

The dark clouds drawing on those of my own,

their depths rippling, a pond when a stone thrown,

the gentle shower a balm that comforts and soothes,

the frown that creases my brow that it slowly smooths.

I raise my face to the moist breeze and the load,

it carries as my weary feet carry me down this road,

laden with the drops that fall when I raise my head,

and leave all my cares behind with each tread.

Are the very heavens weeping in my stead,

so that any unbidden tears I do not ever shed,

careworn and weary though I might sometimes feel,
resolute I must be, standing by my path, my ideal.