Rain Is Not the Sky
Rain Is Not the Sky
My heart breaks loud as thunder without rain,
A storm trapped, beating hard against my chest;
Grief drapes the sky in ash and ironed pain,
And light feels like a rumour, long suppressed.
Yet sorrow walks a road all souls have known,
Like rivers learning loss as they descend;
Each life must taste the salt of tears it’s sown,
For rain is how the wounded heavens mend.
Some days wear darkness thick as winter’s wool,
A cloak the weary earth must bear and keep;
But roots grow strong where skies have once been full,
And seeds wake best where shadows teach them sleep.
Let clouds complete their short and cruel disguise,
The sun stands faithful, burning past the skies
Rain Is Not the Sky – A Personal Reflection
Sometimes my heart hurts so much that it feels like thunder trapped inside me. I may not cry or speak, but the pain beats hard in my chest. During those moments, everything around me feels dark. Even hope feels distant, like a rumour I once heard but cannot feel anymore.
I am learning that this sadness is not mine alone. Every person walks through sorrow at some time. Just like a river loses height as it flows forward, I too learn about loss as I move through life. Tears are not my weakness. They are part of my journey.
There are days when darkness feels heavy, like a thick winter coat I cannot remove. Life asks me to wear it and keep going. But beneath that darkness, something quiet is growing inside me. My roots grow stronger in these hard moments, just as seeds rest in the soil before they rise.
What I understand now is this: my pain is not my whole life. It is only a season. The clouds above me may look endless, but they are not the sky. The sun has not left me. It waits, steady and faithful, beyond what I can see.
So I wait. I breathe. I trust.
Because rain is not the sky, and this sorrow is not forever.