Walking in the Rain.

I used to like walking in the rain, because it disclosed my doubting thoughts.
It used to be so peaceful, so relaxing.
The drops would lightly pounce on my head, then to the ground.
A light, gentle sound of water dropping from a gutter onto the sidewalk was the usual noise.

But, whenever that light rain turned into something more, it's suddenly not so relaxing,
Not so peaceful anymore.
The sky becomes darker, blocking all the light out of the universe.
Darkness overcomes light as lightning cracks down,

As the thunder sounds off.
Its' booming voice reminding me of Someone truly near to my heart.
As I look up to the sky, the rain drops suddenly fierce, piercing against my skin,
I close my eyes, praying that You'll keep me safe.

Walking in the rain used to be so lovely, but now it's becoming fierce.
Instead of caressing my thoughts, it has now returned them, making me anxious to leave.
The harshness of the rain against my skin was always enough to make me shiver.
Suddenly, there was nothing soft about this weather.

Nothing peaceful.
Nothing calm.
Nothing relaxing.
It was now a full out raging storm.

The rain was pounding on the ground furiously,
The lightning targeting its' next victim,
The thunder working in unison, hoping to frighten others.
I become suddenly frightened as I watch it from my own window.

It always looked so terrifying, as if God was mad at all of us.
It's not until the rainbow shines bright in the sky that I realize that's not true.
For God is not mad, but has only given us what we needed the most.
What the plants needed.

What the trees needed.
What the crops needed.
The rain provided them with strength and hope, just as the rainbow provides a sense of hope all on its' own.
As I stare in awe at all of the magnificent colors, I am truly amazed at what God can do once more.

For every dark side, there is a lighter tone hidden.
For every downhill, there's always an uphill.
For every thunderstorm, there's always an end.
So, surely, rain can be lovely,

Until it turns to something more.
Something real to break us of our fantasies.
Just as reality hits us when we doze off at some point.
God wakes us up from our imaginary lands, only to point out the true destruction, yet beauty of life.

It just goes to show us all that even the happiest days can turn into something horrific,
But, surely, it can all turn back to beautiful once more afterwards.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Linear]

It read to me like a story, a girl alone in the storm, the high winds blow as the rain comes sheeting down, the sky becomes black and thunder cracks, her wide eyes open in fright, and she begins a panic stricken run for home, running as fast as she can, then clouds break and just as suddenly the storm as passed and a rainbow appears in the silent blue sky.

[Tony]

"There's always a rainbow after the storm"

Your poem made me think of that quote.
Love the inspirational message you create here:) Veeery refreshing!

[DamienHino]

I think it's pretty awesome...literature at it's best GREAT JOB! great writer

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Beautiful poem!~ I love your descriptions and emotions that are put in this. Great job.

[Stacey Watts]

Very inspiring hopeful words. I like the uplifting tone here. Always a bright light shining in the darkest of days when God is part of our world. Well done.

[Karli]

amazing imagery, and emotion. Excellent work!:)

[Adam :P]

i love that part to poetic whisper put down. wonderfull poem.

[cfix]

For every dark side, there is a lighter tone hidden.
For every downhill, there's always an uphill.
For every thunderstorm, there's always an end.
So, surely, rain can be lovely,

I love this part of the poem. This is so wonderful.
I enjoyed this emotion filled write.