Waiting for the rain
Probably you know crisis has a greek root
that means choice…
It’s almost night here
it’s the blue hour again
The wind blows smoothly
And there’s a peace in this moment
I wish you could feel
There are no stars, but there was a lightning
Maybe the rain is coming
Or maybe it’s just the breeze of the evening
That merges with the warm the sun gave us today
And in this moment
Hope is here again
Because it never leaves me
Even in the darkest hours
I have a bit of faith in the future
I don’t really know why
But the important thing is I can feel it
And share it with you
With a tiny poem out of nowhere
Writing calls me and I accept its burden
Because I can bear it
No matter what happens
I hope I’ll have more moments like this one
And I’m sure I’ll have them
Since nothing is forever
Also sadness fades slowly
My secret is accepting
This moment
Right now
After smoking a cigarette
Which is not healthy, I know
But the red light at the end of it
Is spectacular to watch somehow
A big hug if you’re struggling
I’m doing that too, these days
But nature is helping me
And I hope it will help you too