Long lost friend

When the streets are wet, and the skies are grey

And the drip drop rhythm of the soft falling rain

Plays a sweet melody, like an old welcome friend

Then my mind settles and heart stirs again

It has been fenced off in survival mode since summer appeared in fiery force

Makes it easier to push forward through jagged climbs and marathon treks

When you stay shallow or seem detached

Not unfeeling or calloused just a means to cope

Pushing forward each step fueled only by hope

And here in an intermission from the toil

A sweet shower from the skies dares my heart to engage my mind

She looks back and sighs in gratitude and awe

We have made it this far , what a long road it has been

Knowing all too well to enjoy this smooth patch because around the bend there are likely to be more treacherous climbs

But we are not there yet

We are here

In this moment

With peaceful grey skies

And rhythmic soothing rain

Cooling off the boiling pavement

Calming my overactive brain

Oh sweet rain do not forget to fall

Soft and steady, not too fast to flood

just enough to cool and refresh a thirsty ground

How sweet the sound of drip drop rain

Washing the weariness down the drain

Refreshed and ready to take to the hills again

Author: sillypoeticnurse

A silly poet, writer, Nurse Practitioner, wife, and mom always looking for a way to share hope.

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