you’ve heard the saying,
“when it rains, it pours,”
but you never hear
how the storm ends,
or if it ever does.

you never hear
that for some, the puddle
doesn’t drain,
but accumulates
to be greater
than even the widest oceans.

you never hear
that what once was a small wave
kept pushing and pulling,
grew into high tides,
and never stopped
washing away the
joys of yesterday.