I need not watch the weather
for the trees
when the rain is coming,
flipping their leaves
an enabler to their nourishing.
I knew I should not be feeling lonely
because the trees invited me
to put on my rain boots
and join them,
so I replaced my bed with the grass
and nurtured the storm that spewed from my eyes,
as I embraced the cleanse of the stress
formerly impeded on my spirit.
I finally, no longer feared the rain
and lifting my arms up to the heavens,
I surrendered my soul
to the Universe.
And as the sun returned to his home
beside his friends, the clouds,
together, they welcomed all colors to join them
in a dance of gratitude across the sky.
And I swear
I had grown as tall as the trees.