how

how is one meant to cry
if the tears refuse to fall?

how is one meant to smile
if the pain is too much?

how is one meant to push
if the burden is too heavy?

how is one meant to shine
if the rain doesn’t stop?

how is one meant to grow
if the room is too small?

how is one meant to love
if the heart is cracked?

how is one meant to speak
if the words remain silent?

how is one meant to wait
if the train is moving?

how is one meant to heal
if the wound is too deep?

how is one meant to continue
if the desire is gone?

rain doesn’t ruin.

some claim that rain ruins days-
washing away plans
as if they are not meant
to be rinsed sometimes.

as if the sky is not allowed to cry,
too full of emotion and struggle
to continue to shine and prosper.

one small puddle,
a forgotten umbrella,
or even just a rolled down window
and suddenly they hate it all.

but why view it with anger
and not beauty?
the dancing on rooftops,
flowing down hills,
shimmering in streetlights?

don’t hide from it-
embrace the joy from when
we were once young.
get soaked,
jump in those puddles,
celebrate the beauty of nature.

grab her hand and dance
in that empty parking lot,
laughing,
loving,
and remembering that this is
the beautiful world we live in.

make these moments worth it.

live without anger.

live with joy.