The Ramblings of a Rain Soaked Lunatic
[size=4][b]The Ramblings of a Rain Soaked Lunatic [/b] [/size]
[size=3][b]It rained today, so I rode.
I opened my visor to feel the wind
And let in the rain
So it would hide my tears.
Sometimes its good to cry,
To simply follow the wind
And ride a rain soaked road
Past grey-lit fields of red and brown and gold.
The rain felt good against my face
And washed away the tears;
It just seemed like the right thing
And the right moment, so I just let go.
Sometimes you need to do that,
To just let go, I mean, and ride the rain and let the tears come.
I cried for all those souls, Who,
For whatever reason, had never learned to cry for themselves.
__________And were thus forever locked inside their sorrow.
I stopped to count the rain drops on my shield
And found within each was reflected a face of a child
Who had never been taught to understand,
That sometimes crying really is the only way to handle grief,
I cried, not because I didn’t know the answers,
But because I realized
I didn’t even know the questions.
Perhaps that’s why the heavens were crying? They were crying for me.
So I stopped looking for answers
And started searching for the questions;
Because without first knowing the questions,
The answers will forever remain hidden.
I rambled on and rode the rain
And felt the wind cooled wetness.
I let go and allowed the road to lead me
__________That was enough.[/size][/b]
?® 2008 Jeffry L’H. Tank