Clouds roll in without warning,

Soon the rain will begin.

Forgotten protected feelings escape

and reveal their powers.

Pain strikes with no sympathy.

Negative urges enter the forefront,

I brace myself for the fall.

Within moments I'm wounded and alone.

My heart cries out but no one hears.

I battle to retain self.

Then, the rain begins.

Suddenly the strength of blessings emerge.

I'm then lifted to the necessary level.

The pain becomes a memory.

Old wounds become new revelations.

Self is restored and glorified.

A smile starts the uplifting,

As the rain begins to cease.