When the rain is on my lips - by Veronika Jensen

When the rain is on my lips
And I shiver from the cold
Thinking about life
Its ups and downs
And being a melancholic

I take a note
Of the nature's crying its tears
Making the day seem gray
And unexcited
But how much life the rain brings
To what is hidden beneath the surface

So whenever I cry
And the cold of people's words
Or actions
Causing me shiver
I vision myself standing in the rain
Bringing my roots to life

I am not afraid anymore
Of getting soaking wet
I stand my ground!
But please nature
Don't let me drown, make me beautiful!

~ Veronika Jensen