Simple Thoughts For A Rainy Day

Fog lifts off weeping grounds; the steam of washed away sins begets me.
Falling rain leaves empty thoughts, washed anew.
Lost in transition, this guttural feeling in the pit of my being confuses me.
Oh, how the weather determines how I steer the road.
Life is a hard pill to swallow. Even the deepest oceans cannot wash it down!
I wanna feel again; live again.
I wanna be held again; love again...
Where am I in this rainstorm?
Darkness illuminated by flashes of light.
Thunder resonates my beating soul.
Let it rain down.
Let it fall.