Blue Rain

The blue rain came.
The sky spit and spat.
Raindrops drizzled
right in the middle
of a sun-shiny day.
The rain continued;
it kept coming –
as if God left
the faucet running –
and said “screw it;
learn to swim or
learn to grow
gills or fins.”
The blue rain sang
and said: “hello” –
before washing away
another bad day.

Counting Clouds

One, two, three, four.
Wait…five, six, seven.
How could I possibly
count every cloud
I see? There’s no way.
Hundreds of clouds
fill a sky to remind me
to count my blessings.
It is easy to get caught
up and never look up.
It is hard to find time
to count every cloud.
Some days, there is not
a single cloud in the sky.
Most days, that is fine.
I wake up every morning;
I try to count every cloud.
Eight, nine, ten, eleven.
Eleven clouds surround
those who have found
time to shift their focus
away from the ground.

No Pain

When the pain comes,
I don’t hide. I show
myself. The pain comes
in waves – to say hello
and goodbye. I wave
back. I tell myself;
it will be okay. Today,
I go without feeling
pain – with nothing
but good thoughts –
inside my brain. Now,
I feel good. I feel free
as I walk today’s path.
I walk to a distant tree;
I take small steps to
a new life and I forget
about the pain I felt.