Walking Through Rain

Small

so small

and worthless

in the eyes of the world

does anyone care that you stumble

alone

so alone

and tired

of looking for hope

does anyone see you fall

sometimes it seems like the wall of clouds will never crack

sometimes it seems that the rage of thunder will never still

but behind the veil of the rain

the sun is still burning away the grey

and who knows what good will grow in the soil watered by this trial

who knows what you will see when you walk into tomorrow…