To the Rain

You smelled of life to me.

You made me grow, I couldn't live
without your love. I thought
you were the one who made me beautiful.
You were so gentle and I saw
inside your depths a bright reflection
that I didn't know was me,
but you were empty all the time.

After a while the silence started;
you were hiding somewhere else
but then you beat me down,
the thunder grumbled and the wind
could not out-do my cries of grief.
I lost my life there for a while,
you left me bent and broken on the earth
where I had started from, a scar
seared black inside my very core.
Thank God I never lost my roots
and I grew beautiful again.

But still I'm half afraid sometimes,
my soul still whispers, whimpers,
wonders when another storm will break,
fall out of nowhere from the cloudless gray.