It’s the good things that make change.
I found the sun perched in the precipice of the rain.
In the storm fell down the weighted memories that I saw in pain.
But I watched.
Wash the earth
And replenish the dirt.
I saw the sky fall but nothing hurt.
Maybe all of my beautiful effort worked.
And the sun comes out,
Just as I’m about to shout at my storm.
The same one that gave me a reason to go inside and stay warm.
I’m so appreciative.
Damn, it is a good day to love.