When It Rains Poem by Micron Jan

When it rains, I lose my sense of direction,
the world reduced to glass and grey.
I stand at the window, watching myself blur,
unsure which way my thoughts have gone.

The rain keeps falling without asking why,
each drop a quiet weight released.
Streets soften, edges fade,
and I let the heaviness move through me.

Beyond the far roofs and low clouds,
a slice of blue begins to open.
Light gathers where the sky is thinning,
the sun waiting its turn.

I stay here a moment longer,
knowing the storm will pass.
What feels lost is only hidden,
and the clear sky is already on its way.