Simply Showers

I once treasured the rain,
Fell apart in its existence;
Valued its presence and showered in it's forgiveness.

Once it instilled solace to a painful thought,
Streaming from the highest highs,
But originating from the lowest lows.

I once valued how it's warmth felt against cold, shivering skin;
Rejoiced in relief for the skies had been holding it in for so long.

Completely refreshed and letting go,
I once escaped to the rain;
Bathing in its hidden splendors.

These days a different rain has fallen,
Foreign to the growing eye.
The first rain to clamor
Over the newest birth of a cocoon.

A rain lacking calamity;
What I've got is wet.