Poetry: Rainy Days

Hey all,

It's been a long time. A really long time. Unsure how long it will be to my next post, but in the meantime, Rainy Days. Trying something from a happier place.




Rainy Days


Rain and shadows blur the slickened streets.

A misty haze that dulls the beats.

The fog and clouds submit the sun.

Yet the rays of hope aren't yet done.


For in the rain the waters flow,

Washing out the pains unknown.

And in the slush of gutters lost,

We can leave away the pains of cost.

Down the drains the hurt can flow,

Scrubbed clean, away they go.



And in the mask of hazey grey,

It can hide the things we want to say.

But if you're close and looking right,

The prayers you make can come to light.

For the closer you get to what you want,

The truths you seek need no longer be hunt.



Behind the clouds the sun may hide,

From the barbs and japes that others chide.

But even under the bleary overcast,

This shady coverage cannot everlast.

The winds will blow and clear the clouds,

And allow the rays of hope to cry aloud.



So rainy days are nought to fear,

Soon they'll give way to days most dear.

What is hidden will find the light,

A cleansing rain will make it right.


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Gerrad!