When it Rains

There’s got to be a break in the monotony—

but Jesus, when it rains,

how it pours.

One bad day becomes three,

and suddenly the whole week feels

like a storm I never learned to stand in.

I keep waiting for the clouds to part,

for the world to give me

just one soft moment,

one breath that doesn’t feel borrowed.

But life keeps dropping weight on me

like it thinks I can’t be broken,

like I haven’t cracked a hundred times already.

Still, somewhere underneath the thunder,

I hold on—

not because I’m strong,

but because the storm can’t last forever,

even when it feels like it will.

There’s got to be a break in the monotony,

and maybe the pouring rain

is just the sky making room

for something better to grow.