She mourned day and night
Frustration prevailed as she listened to their whines
“I hate the rain!” They said
“Ugh not another cloudy day”
Grief turn to anger
As she realized they weren’t seeing her pain
A feeling of neglect
A feeling of being ignored
How can they hate me
How can they feel my rain but can’t see that I’m sad
How can they disregard my sufferings but want my joy
My children need hydration
My children need me more
I’m drain by my title of Mother Nature
No one helps me anymore
Shall the forecast be grey for months with loom and resentment
Shall I make thunder and lightning
Shall I drown them for their ungratefulness
How these people lack empathy
I fear I don’t want to know
The choices they make are priorities led by their selfish desires
Will I allow them to control my emotions
No, not any more
I will be calm
I will focus on my purpose
I will feed my children
I will take care of the flock
I will care for myself generously
Without reluctance or compulsion
I will no longer yearn healing from people who only seek to use me for their gain
I will call my Father who created me this way
I will lean on His strength when I’m not strong
I will find joy when I need a song
I will pour my tears on His feet with gratitude for His love towards me
Yes, I will depend on my Father to comfort me
So when I cry, it won’t last too long
I remember my Father words and His songs
So when I hear them gossip
Tenacious through trepidation
That’s what Reginald Sharpe Jr says
Yes, like my Father, providing new mercies and grace each day
I will clean the slate of the mess they made
not holding on to condemnation
Not holding on to resentment or sin
For I am a sinner too
A Saint within
While it hurts naturally so the disconnection between my people and I.
I will choose to love them the same as my Father instructed me so.
Not in betrayal to myself but in healthy distance with the reminder that we are all God’s children
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 2:08 AM UTC
She mourned day and night
Frustration prevailed as she listened to their whines
“I hate the rain!” They said
“Ugh not another cloudy day”
Grief turn to anger
As she realized they weren’t seeing her pain
A feeling of neglect
A feeling of being ignored
How can they hate me
How can they feel my rain but can’t see that I’m sad
How can they disregard my sufferings but want my joy
My children need hydration
My children need me more
I’m drain by my title of Mother Nature
No one helps me anymore
Shall the forecast be grey for months with loom and resentment
Shall I make thunder and lightning
Shall I drown them for their ungratefulness
How these people lack empathy
I fear I don’t want to know
The choices they make are priorities led by their selfish desires
Will I allow them to control my emotions
No, not any more
I will be calm
I will focus on my purpose
I will feed my children
I will take care of the flock
I will care for myself generously
Without reluctance or compulsion
I will no longer yearn healing from people who only seek to use me for their gain
I will call my Father who created me this way
I will lean on His strength when I’m not strong
I will find joy when I need a song
I will pour my tears on His feet with gratitude for His love towards me
Yes, I will depend on my Father to comfort me
So when I cry, it won’t last too long
I remember my Father words and His songs
So when I hear them gossip
Tenacious through trepidation
That’s what Reginald Sharpe Jr says
Yes, like my Father, providing new mercies and grace each day
I will clean the slate of the mess they made
not holding on to condemnation
Not holding on to resentment or sin
For I am a sinner too
A Saint within
While it hurts naturally so the disconnection between my people and I.
I will choose to love them the same as my Father instructed me so.
Not in betrayal to myself but in healthy distance with the reminder that we are all God’s children