Storms Poem by Maya Reid

Life is full of storms
Like change,
You can count on them
The road is,
In places,
Winding and rocky,
And the sky is not always blue.

Sometimes there’s sun showers
Unexpected
The weatherman...he tells you lies
One minute the sun is shining high in the air
And the next
The rain comes pouring down
And you’re stuck
Trudging down the path of life
Without an umbrella
Getting soaked to the bone
But then,
As soon as it started,
It is over
And the sun comes back out
And you are dry again
And everything is okay.

And sometimes you get into those funks
Where every day is drizzly
And you can’t see through the fog
Not really raining...nothing’s wrong
Well, nothing you can put a name on
But, even so, the sun’s still hiding
In the fog that will not fade away
Until, through it’s opaqueness, it reveals
What you were searching for
Though you may not have even known
You will recognize it once you find it

And finally there are thunderstorms
Of which some of us have more than others
Times when it seems so bleak that some days you consider
Not even continuing on
And the days become weeks,
Then months,
Then years
Hard times when it seems
As if the wind won’t ever stop pushing you down
Holding you back
Tearing you apart with its icy fingers
As if the rain will never stop falling
And all your thoughts are melting into puddles
Like you are slowly drowning
And you’ll never again see the sun
And you look at tomorrow’s weather
And think that this storm you simply cannot weather.

Know this...
There is someone out there who cares
Find them
Talk to them
Let them be your umbrella
Your shelter from the rain
Let them share some of the burden
And take away some of the pain
Let them heal your broken soul.

And know this as well
Remember it when it seems you’re living in a wet, wet hell
Every storm comes to an end
The sun always comes back up
Eventually...
It’s not over till it does
And with every parting of the clouds
And drying of your earth
A new rainbow is born
From the end of each of life’s storms.