I’m scared of a storm for the first time
though this rain is miraculous
I prefer its quiet murmur
to the whispers of self-doubt
or the ominous thunder
or the rush of the wind

The future is yet unknown
It lies before me
a tantalizing spread
Untouched, shining, succulent, promising
and I need to take my time
I need to savor every moment

I hope that my sun blooms soon
and cuts across my sky
I saw the lightning crash
and shake
the purpose back into life
So now, God, please let me wake
to a brighter day
and some kind of certainty