The Season of Rain


I’ve felt the rain hit my back.
The feeling of joy,
To which I did lack.
But that season had ended,
So very long ago.
Much was to be attended,
As I waited for clouds.

The sky is clear,
As it has been for years.
Though, loud are the cheers,
I know that rain is overdue.
I don’t have to be psychic to know
That rain will find a way to come through,
As I don’t have to be insightful to see,
That joy can leave when it pleases.
There will always be problems of varying degrees.

A hopeful person would tell you that happiness is key.
A wise person would tell you that though happiness is there,
It isn’t a constant, forever present for thee.


To Be Entirely Clear


To be perfectly candid;
To be entirely clear,
I didn’t think things would transpire,
As they so easily did.

And it was good,
As it was fine.
I felt like I was so much higher,
As I remained where I stood.

But now that I’ve seen how unstable;
How completely faulty this ground is,
I don’t plan on staying a thought of the prior,
Not when there’s much that is fable.

I know there’s more out there;
I know what I want.
It’s time for me to retire;
To get out of this snare.