Sometimes when the rain pounds hard

And the sky hangs heavy above,

I sink down by the side of the road,

Rest my bleeding feet

And let the rain run over me.

I don’t want to go on,

But there’s no way to go back

And no point turning aside.

So I lie on the soft, damp earth,

Absorb its stillness.

I wait for the blood to wash off my feet.

Slowly the rain softens,

A kind wind stirs.

Slowly life breathes back into my limbs,

I don’t know how.

On the horizon, past the rain clouds,

Appears a crack of light.

I fix it as my mark,

Straighten myself and move on.