the weather works for you
and one day you will learn that the sky cries 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
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