Rain on a Sunny Day

Rain on a sunny day
blows my mind in every way.
The increase in pour
comes more and more.
The panic sets in
as the thought within
my mind does grow:
did I roll up the window?
The effect of seats
wet with mildew that reeks
to ruin an interior that costs
too much to manage the loss.
A moment in which
my brain does glitch
forgetting what I accomplished,
giving way to doubts of what I did.
I suddenly seize
as my senses freeze,
not remembering any
of the tasks I completed.
The fear of failure
caused by inclement weather
coupled with my propensity
to forget increases the intensity
on my pounding heart
which causes me to dart
out of the doors
in this panic that attacks even more.
With arm in air
to protect face and hair
from the rain pounding down
and falling around
I arrive at the car door
unseen from within this building, this store,
to see all of my fears
instantly dissolve and disappear.
The anomaly that brought
a fear that fought
my common sense
disappears to give rest to my defense.

Storms

Why don't we sit in the rain?
Why can't we enjoy what we rail against?
The freedom gained and knowledge bestowed
by resting in the eye of the storm
can cause a life all the difference.
Walking the earth with a mindset
that is convinced this "universe" is our enemy
will cause a subject to only live for one's self,
to prosper on its own time and own place
but chained with a soul that will never be freed.

Perhaps this storm is a blessing.
Perhaps branches falling are much needed.
Perhaps that which scares and pushes us
to a limit from which we were convinced we could not return
serves to show the "universe," known as God, won't allow us to be defeated.
Perhaps it is only when we realize we need a storm
that we can have the trust that it will fade.
Perhaps the fear the rain won't pass
and that the wind will carry us away
is precisely what caused this storm to stay.

Though the wind may be chilling
and water droplets may annoy,
the storm is forever passing,
the rolls of thunder are always fleeting,
and flashes of lightning just a ploy.
When it is all finished,
as it will be as quickly as it started,
we will come out both blessed and protected,
shown no storm, trial, tribulation, or anything of the sort
will strike or consume the souls that are eternally guarded.