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Run with the Rain

It’s alright, lift your eyes

darkness has broken.

Gone with the night

and the violence you’ve spoken.


Shadows and demons

ransacked your mind.

You lived in between them

for quite a long time.


But the birds are singing

the rain is here.

A new tune is ringing

step out of your fear.


Play the piano

run in the rain.

Do the things

you can’t when you’re gray.


Smile while your mind is free

laugh while your heart is full.

The night will come again

but this moment is wonderful.


Never forget

that life holds pain,

but always remember

to run in the rain.



 

Sometimes I can find it difficult to be at ease when things are going well. As weird as that may sound, I don't think it's all that unique. I think we all can tend to lock ourselves up in defense mode or live on high alert, especially if we've been enduring a lot. But, no matter what our circumstances, I'm confident that there are always good moments (however scarce they may seem). What I'm realizing is that I need to try and capitalize on these moments. One thing that I absolutely love doing is going outside when it's raining (especially when it's a huge downpour). I can't explain it, but there's something peaceful about the rain and it brings me lots of joy. As often as I can, I'm trying to leave my desk and run into the rain when it shows up to take advantage of the good moments. I think everybody has something that they can do when they're feeling either good or bad that will make them remember the good things in life a little better. Take the time to look for it, and spend time in it, even if it's as simple as running around in the rain.

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