When storm clouds rain,
it absolutely pours,
and people still walk in and out of stores,
and the sun will shine very soon,
because no matter if it is June,
or possibly May,
a good rainy day can cast your troubles away,
I do not mean the liquid that falls from the sky,
but the kind that are emotions and rush from your eyes,
the things you hold back until no one sees,
the thoughts that eat away at you like a perilous disease,
when all you have to do is release the gates,
just breath out all the hand and body shakes,
listen to your blood move a methodical rhythm,
like the drums of a marching band when the spirit is within them,
push away all your worries and false clad frustration,
and when you stand at the edge of comprehension with egotistical hesitation,
that what you perceive as a cliff was never a fall at all merely the crack of a larger foot print that show you just how small.....you really are...