Only when it rains does weather bring the gift of solace,
soothing my forgotten discontent for a short while
until the healing process has run its course.
Only when it rains can I feel nature’s loving embrace,
washing over all woe and worry to give breath
to a dying appreciation for life and beauty.
Only when it rains is the balance to my psyche restored,
and discord torn apart to form a perfect harmony
that cradles my spirit inside its nurturing lullaby.
Only when it rains does a tranquility exist
so pure it can pause chaos and paint a fleeting
dreamscape that envelopes reality completely.
Only when it rains am I reminded that heaven
is not without sympathy for those still in turmoil,
and so I reach out to grasp the offered olive branch.