Rain falls wet upon my body,
I lay half-dormant in the gutter of my mind.
Unable to move, it worsens
Striking cold and hard.
Then brightness sifts through parting clouds,
And the sky begins to glow.
I rise, stretch and go my way
As your warmth dries my weary soul.
I realize that weather and rain is probably an overused symbol for state of mind, but these are the words that wrote themselves one particular day.
I credit my now wife of 30+ years for changing my sour disposition and showing me a positive outlook on life.
