I wish it would rain. Then maybe this sadness that fills me will finally find a release. Last week I failed to say goodbye. It wasn’t intentional. I wanted to say goodbye. I just couldn’t bring myself to get up and face the children that were leaving.
I spent three months of my life living with these children. Seeing them off to school. Cooking meals for them. Making sure that they took their baths and went to bed on time. These wonderful children became the center of my life for three short months.
Now these children are gone and I never said goodbye. I deal with the silence of their absence and wonder. Why couldn’t I be brave enough to say goodbye?
Rolling in across the sky
A blanket of clouds begin to sigh
Letting go of all they contain
Blessing this desert with their rain
A sitter by the window stares
Wondering if she should care
That everything has washed away
On this very rainy day
Down the street her work does float
Almost like a little boat
It was supposed to be a house
For her tiny little mouse
Instead she sat and watched it go
Why does fate treat her so
My mind as gone quiet. The parade has packed up their floats and gone home. I sit upon the sill and stare out at the rain. I’m at peace at last.
The day is bright with the sun shining and blue sky’s greeting the pedestrians. Unseen along the edges the clouds lie in wait. You can feel them, looking for the perfect moment to swarm in and lock the sun away. But you choose to ignore it, nothing will ruin this perfect day. Still the clouds will wait and they will roll in. Are you prepared for the storm?
Rain falls down bathing everything in sight. Everything looks so shiny and new. When the rain stops the water will dry up and dust will permeate every crevice. For now there is rain so that I can see the world without dust.