the weather works for you

A simple comfort for me, though I don't always feel it immediately, has been an awareness of how the weather can sometimes speak for me when I am lacking words and I have come to a point of decision-making. When I'm having a 'when it rains, it pours moment', but I've just mustered up the energy to do my washing and go have that conversation, or make that move, or even just do that simple thing and put a thought into action after way too much analysis paralysis. So, I wrote a poem about how I feel when that happens.

Weathered

Watch as the weather and the wether supports you

And yet you lament at it

Watch as the weather rains,

Just as you finally put your washing out

Inconveniencing you with its blessings

Letting you know, directly and clearly,

"Your woes have been heard

I am here to wash the worry away"

And yet you lament. You condemn it

As if the sky has not taken the sacred duty of crying for you

Sharing with you, your tears

Expressing to you, your feelings

And those choices you take so long in choosing,

Asking whether this? While weathering that.

They are here; you have arrived.

And the rain has come to comfort you

It is your blessing in disguise