I began my morning with similar ideas,

the same as yesterday, maybe for weeks.

Always I’m looking for options in my life,

ways to make the sun rise in my eyes.

I looked outside to the steady rains,

cleansing the earth watering grace.

Gives me opportunity to have a cry,

a melancholy morning, turns sweet

in my state of mind, another chance.

I’m losing myself in nature’s symbolism.

I’d rather spend my time here awhile,

when soon a sunlight piques my love.

I’ve watched the rains all morning now,

satisfied by a needy sweet reminder.

Life can be what I wish it to be again,

with every hour, a sigh will remain.