Response to seeing the sun

Well it moved me to write this:

Maybe our hearts must break entirely so we can learn to feel how real feels like.

To feel everything, no alcohol required.

Sometimes I feel the good, the good sinks in and my soul dances in response to the rays

It claps along to the chirp of the birds and this feels so good.

I drag my“feels so good” knowing there isn’t a better way to describe the simplicity,

Of watching the rain fall ,but even better

Seeing the sun after two whole weeks of showers.

Knowing you were wrong for thinking that the sun may not come out again

Of course you never shared this fear with anyone

But God knew

You hung your clothes up and it out it came

You had to learn to dance with the sun for the first time ever

It was a struggle but once you forgot yourself

It was easy, still is. 

You couldn’t see the rays but you moved in accordance to where they struck

Whether it was your bare shoulders or you’re your nose

The only places that ever show evidence of your long love affair with the sun

Joy was injected into your body.

Full of life you bounced like a new born baby.

God smiled. You giggled.