Weather Girl

If I could control the weather, the rain would come - dark and cold as my world is now, the thunder would roll as my heart breaks. Each sob would bring the crack of lighting. The bleak weather would be ever lasting.

My only hope is that it would be a cleansing rain, that when it stops my heart will emerge whole and strong. I pray that the next man that holds this heart in his hands would hold me close to him, and whisper "You are a blessing." Then the sun would come.

Until then, let it rain.