Uplifting Rain

The grayness permeates everything in February,
Like the smell of curry it remains, ubiquitous,
The depression seeps everywhere,

Into our lives it innocuously arrives,
With the silent power of a cougar,
It strikes to the bone,
Paralyzing every motivation,

Then the rain comes,
Crusading and cleansing,
Ironically offering the world a new light,

Some see rain as halting happiness,
I see rain as vanquishing vapidity,
It cuts through the mist,
To uplift our minds,
And lift up the corners of lips,

A smile now illuminates the world,
Joy is radiant; love lives once more,
And a new day is born,
All through the smell of a February rain.



Please excuse my humble attempt at poetry. It is not a field in which I am well-versed or have any particular talent.