It rained today.
It came pouring down, hard against the roof of the car as I drove.
I turned off the radio so I could hear it pound as loud as I wanted to cry.
I ached for the tears to run down my face,
but there I sat, out of the storm, in the confinements of the drivers seat.
Watching, experiencing the emotion through a glass windshield.
I used to smile when I saw the mountains, because they reminded me of you,
just like the rain.
But today when I turned down my street and saw them there,
my heart sank.
It was just another rainstorm on another Sunday on another road in suburbia, USA
yet to me it was just another sign that the rest of the world will never stop even when I fall,
Even when it makes no sense for life to carry on at all.
So for now, I’ll drag myself along on scraped hands and knees until I can stand on my own two feet,
Taking the bad days and the good days one by one farther down this street.