WEATHERING LIFE’S STORMS TOGETHER

I sit and watch the clouds conquer the morning sun,
While I ponder the worries of my friend away,

I see the gray clouds take over the clear blue sky,
Much like the pain and anguish held deep in his soul. 

I feel a heaviness in the air around us,
Perhaps it was the storm pressing its weight on us.

Or maybe it was the tension between us both,
Our t-shirts clung on to us, soaked through to the skin.

As the storm neared, the thunder roared through the dark sky, 
Drowning out my own voice as I speak to my friend.

Not hearing a word I said, my friend stares at me,
Wondering what I was trying to say to him.

The darkest clouds released the rain it held on to,
Just like the tears rolling down my friend’s frightened face.

The rain comes down harder than when it first started,
Creating its own noise, drowning out our voices.

A flash of lightning lights up the darkest sky,
Much like a camera’s flash taking a picture.

I watched the rain fade away into the gray sky, 
As he wiped his tears away and began talking.

As he unfolded his story, I felt his pain,
I listened, to not just hear words, but be present.

He shared his life’s strife and how he couldn’t let go,
Ruminating the choices made at life’s crossroads.

I watched his face transform from despair to relief, 
Like the dark clouds swept away by the midday sun.

When I looked over at his newly relieved face,
I caught a glimpse of my friend’s once long lost smile.

The sun seized the sky from the dark gray clouds again,
Returning back to the bright cobalt clear blue sky.

The sun shining its light on his new found life’s path,
Knowing that I’ll be by his side through thick or thin.

The storm itself became the photo we never took,
Capturing what our words could never speak aloud.

Reminding us, we had found each other again,
With the moment etched into our remaining days.