A love letter to rainy season

You asked me to stay to know who you truly are,

witness all your colors, all the shades that come to life

when there’s barely any light.

Your golden gown comes off and what’s left is cold and grey,

raw, troubled, and untamed.

You wonder if I am to run away like others in the past,

but I see the beauty in your chaos

in your swinging motions and your roaring sounds.

I feel your softness in the drizzle,

just as much as your power lighting up the sky.

With every drop I have surrendered to your touch,

teasing me to come outside, to feel alive, to see it all,

so there’s nothing left to hide,

telling me not to fear your anger and your wrath.

Through the deafening sound

I hear you whisper: “Now you see the real me”,

to which I reply: “Now I see the real you”,

the clouded days setting the purple skies,

the dirt and mud creating the green and lush,

the full version of who you truly are.