Like The Rain

Like the rain pouring from dark ominous clouds outside her window
from a storm named Debbie
Her spirit has a dark gray and gloomy air about it
At least in this moment as the darkness hangs over both inside and out
It feels as ifshe may never see the beauty of sunlight again
She’s trying to be strong, but
in times such as this it’s hard not to dissolve into tears

She’s usually a very positive woman, but
even positive women have dark nights of their souls
from time to time
Now it’s her turn to lean on others but
she can’t find some of her so called friends anywhere
The ones she’s has bent over backwards for
when they needed someone to hold them up
Where did they go?
It’s not like she’s surprised
No need to worry though,
like an old friend who never lets her down
The poetry she loves will be there
just as it always has been and always will be