Ascension- Poem.

Rain was always good for my soul.

I used to think you were my rain,

But you’re the light that allowed my flowers to grow.

You provided nutrients and energy, for my pain to fade.

But I can’t fall apart and grow again without the raindrops that fall,

You made my petals feel beautiful,

But you made them more small.

And when they faded, You evaded.

Yet It was the rain that nourished my roots.

It was the rain, that flourished my youth.

And the one who is grounded in the midst of her infirmities,

Will bloom through it all.