It's Ok to be Lost Sometimes

After days of torturing heat and scorching sun,

Blazing through the week like silent frustration

That voice, that noise, getting louder and louder, begging for release

As it can't hold back any longer, 

Out it pours, uncontrollably 

There was no thunder, no strong winds

Just a steady pace of incessant rain

Couldn't figure out what went wrong, proceed with what felt right

Get. In. The. Rain.

Empty park, streets light lined up, puddles of silver on the pavement, not a soul in sight.

the trees tried futilely to shed the rain while the soul sought to get soaked

no children at the playground. Nothing but the pitter-pattering sound of the rain

Lying down in the middle of a playground, hidden from prying eyes. 

the sky is laid bare and grey ahead, crying from its soul straight into my eyes

Silence.

Stillness.

Rain falls over every inch of my body, face, pooled into a puddle on my palms.

Clothes got soaked and finally, finally,

it penetrates through my soul, like a cleansing ritual

Cathartic. 

Droplets rolled off my cold skin, my face, crawled through my scalp, and dampens my hair

Whence hath thy warmth left me?

Just a single tear, streaking across the cold skin, will do

Tried but nothing came

no melody, no memories, no reasons 

was able to move deep enough, to create some warmth on this chilly night

no warmth for the lost soul tonight

But I know

It's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok

It's alright to be lost sometimes