Rainy, gloomy days
are not good, my therapist said,
for people suffering from depression.
These dreary days
bring them down more,
On this though, I would like to differ.
For a clinically depressed person,
the rain could be so much more.
I love the rain, I told her this much.
It makes me feel more at peace with myself
and soothes me as such.
I’ve always enjoyed dancing under it,
laughing as I get soaked to the skin.
For me, clinically depressed that I am,
the rain speaks of a world
where there’s absence of pain,
as it somehow washes away the hurt,
even for a short amount of time.
The rain calms me whole.
It allows the bestial beasts within me
to lay down their heads and rest.
It lets me see myself as a person
with a chance for tomorrow.
It tells me that I can persist
and exist for another day still,
So, I can continue my story
and come to terms with all my sorrows.