When It Rains, It Pours
But with the rain comes hope
Published in
Dec 22, 2020
I don’t hear,
even when the birds
are singing a beautiful song.
I don’t see,
even when the sunrise
casts its sherbet colored rays.
When the fog rolls in,
I’m blind to good
and deaf to beauty.
When it rains, it pours
(as the saying goes)
but if it’s pouring
there must be hope,
for something must
be growing.
© Breanna Lowman 2020
