I used to pull the covers over my head
Like that would somehow keep me safe.
When it got to be too much
I grabbed my stuffed bunny and made my way
To my parents bed.
They wouldn't let anything happen to me

Right?

I'm older now.
And instead I open the blinds and sit on my bed
And stare out the window as the lightning strikes
And the brightness of it dances across the darkness of my room and my heart.

When memories of the things that have happened to me
Creep their way back into my mind
Clouding out everything that once was right and happy
When the rain pours out of my eyes and dampens
The stuffed bunny I still have and hold to my face
Pretending like everything is going to be okay
It's nice to have the weather reflect the storm going on inside of me.
Comforting.
Like an old friend,
Or some sort of reason for the emotions I can't explain.

That little girl is no longer afraid.

Bring on the rain.