Said that rain water healed you. It had a way of washing away pain from a scar you purposely dug out in order to make room for the sad thoughts. You’re not a hero yet, but you will be. That’s what they tell you. It’s about earning and believing you’re worth the storm. Never afraid of lightening. It felt like a drought for so long until the rainwater washed away the seeds. Now there’s nothing left to grow. Mother Nature doesn’t hate you, she’s just tired. We’re all so fucking tired. When I think of the seasons I think of blooming because that sets the stage for everything else. How brave the flowers must be to spring back to life knowing they’re going to die again and again and again. I want to be revived in such a way. The world haunts me and I don’t give into the fear. I grow what I can from what’s left and pray it blooms too. And one day when they go to chop the flowers down I’ll thank the storm for a good fight. I’ll make peace with the wind. Let the rainwater heal me . -AMT