And so the rain begins
to try and wash away the past
Relentless in its downpour
I wonder will it last

Will be sufficient
to wash away the pains
that lingered all these years
like some oh so stubborn stains

Or will it all come flooding back
with debris from days gone by
will I rise above the current
or will I simply drown and die

For now it gives a moment’s pause
distracts me from this place
and soaks me to my very bones
while I’m chilled in its embrace

Eventually my Spring will come
rain will stop and floods recede
Only then will my sun shine again
only then will I be freed.