Raindrops and Sunshine

Sometimes the world can be so cruel. No, not sometimes… Let me correct myself. Most of the time. Almost all the time. The unpleasantness outnumber the wonders by an infinite count. Most of the time. But it takes only a little bit of effort, a little tilt to the left, for us to see that it takes both a little bit of rain and a little bit of sunlight to create an explosion of colors.

And you are that explosion of color. You may not realize it, but you are cold droplets on my skin. Hurting, sometimes. But you are also hints of gold against that gray sky, breaking through and caressing me with warmth… I will trade nothing for this.

Maybe there is little I can offer you in return. Maybe there is less to me than I believe there is. But if I had half the chance, I could be what you want for a while. I could put that smile on your face and I could be the shoulder to cry on. I will not be one to judge, rather I will be one to listen, to comfort, and to be fair. I can be the inspiration. I will sing to your heart and speak to your soul, and I will hold you close when we are together, tightly enough for you to remember me when we are apart.

And constantly, I will hope that I can be forever yours. But all I ask is a moment for you to be mine. I’ll be careful, and gentle, with your heart in my hands.

The world can be so cruel. And I want to step out of that cruelty and into your smaller world, where you feel safe, where I can be part of your sanctuary. I am going beyond that little bit of effort, and I am craning my neck far, far to the left. And it hurts, a little bit, but at least I can still see that where the storm meets the sun, you stand.