Sometimes we all feel sad,

Overwhelmed, tired or just not well...

It's like someone or something conjured rain,

To drench our souls in coldness

Until our senses don't see beyond the pain.

But the see-through droplets aren't just rain,

They are promises for better, warmer days,

The rainbow that'll reflect above us and fade

The grey and cold hues that seem endless,

Like clouds that gather in one place.

This gelide vortex that bleaks your view,

Is a reminder of your own body to you,

That there is warm blood inside of you.

Red liquid that pumps through your vein,

That helps you inhale and exhale air.

And that precious breath my dear friend

Is a promise that the cold days will not last.

Inhale.

The smell of crispy leaves and rain,

The smell of flamboyant flowers,

The smell fresh of grass during summer days.

Exhale.

The fear, the loneliness, the pain.

The fog that has dropped over your eyes

Bleaking all that you once loved

bring despair.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

For as long as you breath there is hope,

Hope for better warmer days.