Sitting in a dimly lit room,
the light went out a week ago
and it’s rainy and foggy today.
The rain carries from outside
to deep within my soul,
creating puddles in my chest,
a type of flooding only possible
when it’s rained relentlessly for weeks.
Doctors and meteorologists
don’t know when the rain will stop,
but they assure us it will.
It’s a strange comfort when
you know the rain will end,
but you have no idea when.
It’ll come unexpected,
you won’t be sure at first.
“Is that the sun
peering through the clouds?”
And it is.
And it is beautiful.
Lauren Hayden 