I used to associate rain with pain.
I used to believe
No matter what I did
Everything was just in vain
And I was the only one to blame.
For very long, I've been told:
"Life is just
like a Waterfall
Sometimes you have
To let it flow
In order to see
something grow."
That day
I was stuck in your car
Drops of water falling hard
One by one
Still we stayed warm
Under our little red jar.
But that day
I was tired of being afraid of the rain
I went out of our old flask
Took off all my masks
And went with the flow
I let it go.
I chose to put my feet
in that field of weeds and trees.
I could sense the moisture rising.
Little drops of Rain on my skin
An impulse to my heart,
played like a violin.
That time
I became one with my element.
I let the Rain kiss me
Let it flow
In order to grow
Rather than waiting for all
to go away in a bowl.
Now clouds come floating into my reality
They still carry Thunder and Rain
But today I am free
To think
To love
To live
And can finally see
The Arc of Iris.
After all, rainy days are great days.
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Water Under the Bridge
Poetry🌊 "Water Under the Bridge", a collection of 16 poems, all of them written during the past few years. This project is about letting go of the past and embracing the process of healing, which can be difficult most of the times. But "Water Under the B...
