The Rain. ~ A Sparkly & Magical Story Poem.

All that glitters IS golden.

(be a kind human.) For the first time in quite some time - I feel full of sparkle and magic again. I felt compelled to write about it, because it is art wonder. Human art wonder. Literal life in motion. Here's a Poem I felt would best describe what I want to celebrate, unearth and articulate: Pain. Darkness. Confusion. Brought me there. "I dont want to go!" "I really don't care." I went - deep down, way down, And set up camp amidst tree brush, Far and deep into the night. Trembling, aching, lost. Disoriented, yearning, sad. "I'm scared." "It's going to be alright." "How? How will this be alright?" I wondered. This is chaos without dialogue. This is pain without feeling. This is nothing... This is everything. "I want to go." "First, we must sing." Sing? SING?! It means scream right? It wants me to scream? "No, sing. We have something that we must redeem." So we sat, together, resting on a log. We sang through tears, We sang through space, We sang through time, We sang with no voices, We sang with rhymes. We sang to prove, We sang to mend, We sang to our hearts, We sang to reattend. Pain and I, found each other here, And we created a song. A song that sounded like nothing. A song that sounded like everything. "Are we done?" "Have you yet felt the dawn rising?" Rain graced our skin, And thunder boomed. Arrogantly loud, and I wondered: "What does it really mean to win?" "What if rain is the truth, and thunder is just the noise? What if getting quiet and letting life sprinkle its truth, is my poise?" I digressed. Grew tired, weak, weary. And layed down amidst moss and closed my eyes. When I awoke, Nothing was a surprise. The earth looked the same as the day before, The sun shone the same way it did prior to parting for rest. Songs had been sung, Sun set in the West, "Hello? Are you there? I'm afraid I'm a mess. Hello? Can you help? I don't know you, but you seem to know best." Silence. So, I walked. The way I knew how, the only way that there can be, One foot before the other, One, two, three... Four. Whats next? Where do I go? What happened? What is new? All that is borrowed has been returned, All that has been left behind, Has been pulled forward and through. "Just keep walking." A whisper from beyond said. "Hello? Is that you, or are you just there in my head?" One step, Two steps, Three steps... Four. A peak in the trees, Light amidst the morning, Just step... One... More... Goodbye Night, Goodbye Darkness, Goodbye Confusion. Goodbye Fear. I'll see you soon, Because I know you are always near. But beyond these trees, I will pick you up less, I will hold you with care, And I will let me rest. When I see you again, my darkness wont bleed into yours, For I am too magical and sparkly now, I shine through windows and doors. This new light is here, This new lust, For life and all its wonder. I am now the rain,

And am no longer... the thunder.