I don't like the rain.
Banging on the windows,
canceling plans,
hiding the sun behind dark clouds.
How can there be joy while it's being washed away?

But something about the rain brings joy in itself.
A delicate song,
time to be alone,
an opportunity to find your own light.

Maybe happiness isn't found by
the soft, silent breeze,
the laughter with your friends,
or the sun shining outside.

Maybe happiness is the ability to find joy in everything.
© l.t