A breeze blows down from the navy blue clouds
Lightening the melancholy
Of a bus bench in Atlanta
It could be rain or a momentary space for relief
I better go
Before it pours and ruins
My clothes and
Brand new laptop
Oh that I didn’t have to worry about material things
I want to stand in the pouring rain and feel it fall straight to my soul
Cleansing the heaviness and worry and apathy
Make me whole again
Living into the day with my heart wide open so the water penetrates
Where things don’t matter
And neither does my narrative
Where the joy of soul finding You
Sends me straight into the rain without fear