🌧️ Let It Pour: A Storm Inside Me 🌬️

Some nights, the weather outside feels like a mirror to the storm inside me.

There’s something about rain—its chaos, its rhythm, its unfiltered power—that speaks a language I understand. It doesn’t hide. It doesn’t pretend. It simply is. And maybe, on the nights when I don’t have the words, I can let the sky speak for me.

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When the wind blows and the trees bend,

The sky splits open like a wound that won’t mend.

Rain comes crashing—hard, relentless—

Like the weight of every thought I can’t confess.

My mind is a warzone of torment and bliss,

Each lightning flash a memory I miss.

I ache with things I cannot name,

But still, I crave the cleansing flame.

The thunder roars like voices past,

Screaming truths I can’t outlast.

Yet in the chaos, there's something kind—

A hollow calm that cradles my mind.

Each raindrop taps against my skin,

As if to say, “You’re still within.”

I’m torn in two—wild and small—

Longing to rise, bracing to fall.

The trees, they weep with me tonight,

Swaying gently in grief and fight.

I am broken, I am brave,

A soul half-drowning, yet learning to wave.

So let it pour, let it sting,

Let the sky unravel everything.

Because even in this aching mess,

I breathe… I feel… I still say yes.

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On the days when I can’t explain what I’m feeling, I write. Or I let the storm outside reflect the one inside me. And in doing so, I find a strange kind of peace. Not in fixing the pain—but in naming it. Sitting with it. Letting it pour.

Because survival isn’t always about sunshine. Sometimes, it’s about letting the rain remind you that you're still alive.

—Caleb