Rain on my window brushes my parched soul in strokes of incandescent colours of hope - that I’ll come out of these tribulations - whole, even after being ravaged by lengthy storms.
The droplets on my windshield blur my vision - or are they tears from my soul’s melting pot, in simmering for what seems as if a lifetime: saving my culmination of rot from disease,loss.
A steady pour it takes to clear this staid air of toxic woes, debris - poison in the ecosystem that washes us clean so we may spot little birds of positivity - taking shelter on window ledges.
They await a right time to fly back to their lives on trees or sky - after they’ve shed their water loads and are ready to provide the canopy of security that will give us much needed reprieve - of hope.
Birds I hear chirping now - impatient with rain - in uplifting my soul from a living-death before late, to save myself sinking into a numb unworthiness: rejuvenating my senses to hear distinct droplets.
My drive with music and slush, cleared garbage of thoughts I’ve allowed to accumulate as weeds: so I’ll absorb light in my DNA’s natural chlorophyll to generate positivity for human photosynthesis!