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.