The rain kisses my bronze skin, like my lover’s plump lips when mornings begin.
I look out at the wet sky, & the birds are still soaring—flying high.
Reminding me that even in gloom, I must keep exploring. I must still bloom.
No matter how heavy the clouds may fall— I still rise & answer the call.
The call of my purpose, the pull of my dreams—even when nothing is quite what it seems.
