Poem By: Keiarah Fox-Randle
Whenever there is a small thunderstorm
A person is going through a regret
Which will lead to them to cleanse their soul
And be reborn again.
The sound of thunder
Is the noise made as the weight of turmoil
Has been lifted off of their shoulders.
Wherever the rain may hit
Lies a person
Which the born again soul had hurt in their past .
The rain is here
to wash away pain
And send silent yet spiritual forms
Of apology and forgiveness.
As I stand in the rain
Feeling relieved
A smile creeps upon my face.
I am unaffected by the thunder
Or the lightning.
This rain washes away my pain
And simultaneously engulfs my own guilt and regret
I begin to laugh
As unnoticeable tears stream down my face.
“I forgive you”
“I forgive me”
I whisper to the skies.
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