Weather

It’s easy to love life
under blue sky,
arms thrown wide to the weather;
sun shining, highlighting
life’s soft curves.

Who are you
when the clouds come?
Who are you in the rain?
Where does loss hide,
where does the hurt pool,
unable to find its way home?

The earth will take the rain in time
and storms are only passing through.
Still, things can be done—
source unearthed,
your life, aerated,
wounds, aches
brought home to light.

Land has its natural balance
and you have yours.
A loving state,
unafraid of pain,
able to welcome the rain.