Rain

They say that the rain washes everything away. It makes things fresh and new. Gives people a place to start over. Takes away sadness, pain, loss, suffering... Washes away the dirt, grime, blood, sweat, and tears. It surrounds you and accepts you for who you are. It won't argue with you. Sometimes it's there on a bad day. It might ruin a picnic or an outing. But it always reflects your mood. When you're happy, it makes things sharp, crisp, and clear. When you're sad, it sympathizes and sheds its tears. When you're lonely, it envelopes you. It accepts you when no one else will.

And you can't simply make it go away.

I suppose I'm a lot like the rain.

Unfortunately, when it rains, we usually grab an umbrella. We usually block it out. We usually don't enjoy it. We usually turn our back on it.

I suppose I'm a lot like the rain.

My doctor suggested I start to see a therapist. Well, I went to see her yesterday. She said I have mild depression. That she would be able to make a better assessment after seeing and speaking to me more. I was depressed for ten years... To think that I still am is... frightening. Very, very frightening. But I finally thought about it. Perhaps I never was better. Perhaps I always was still depressed. I just went into denial. It makes sense, when I think about it. I've always felt heavy. Sometimes it's a little lighter, but... I've always had a weight on my shoulders. It makes sense now.

I suppose I'm a lot like the rain.

I never really was a fan of sunshine and bright weather.

... 'Till next time, perhaps.