As I stare out into the pitch black darkness of a moonless night

I can hear the pitter-patter of raindrops echoing through the blackness that surrounds me

a blackness that covers my heart

and weighs down my very soul

no strength left or the desire to try

the rainclouds crying the tears that my heart can’t cry

and I sit in silence and wonder why

I’m all alone just left here to die

and wither away with nothing but fading memories

that just slip through my fingers like sand blown away in the wind

gone forever, scattered into a million pieces

memories of the way things used to be

when joy and conviction was flowing and my heart was free

but memories now cutting deep like a knife

this very heart that once found delight

in the joy and memories of the past

now stripped away causing only condemnation to last

like a tree trying to hold onto it’s leaves

but each raindrop merciless to the pleas

of my heart to leave just a few

of the former comforts it used to cling to

but each raindrop like a hammer to a nail

like a delicate flower pounded by hail

all stripped away one by one

and my heart, my life, my strength all undone

barren, broken, bruised, and battered

everything I had built completely shattered…

…but you break down only to build again

a time to tear and a time to mend

for with the storm clouds come darkness and rain

only to make way for the sun and a harvest of new grain