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Walking Between Raindrops
Sometimes, on these kinds of days
I feel I can walk between raindrops,
I’ll step outside and it starts to pour
I decide to go inside, the rain quickly stops.
I used to think if it was dreary outside,
It would have to be clear in my head.
I know it’s not right tonight
Because it’s so early and I’m ready for bed.
Sleep is supposed to free me from this.
That doesn’t always work anymore.
I’ll try to fall asleep at midnight
And still be awake until after four.
It may be beautiful out tomorrow,
It could be the nicest day that’s ever been,
But with the way things are going for me,
When I walk outside, the dark cloud rolls in.
Even if it’s not raining yet,
This cloud follows me around,
Before the flash flood warning,
A bolt of lightning strikes the ground.
Electricity and water,
Apart, necessities, together a threat.
Who would think I’d be so afraid
To go out and get a little wet?
In my mind, another dangerous combination,
Feeling so alone and asking how to survive.
I now realize I have to walk between raindrops
Just to keep myself alive.
I took one last trip out, expecting to get drenched,
But all the drops came from the trees.
For the first time in a long time,
My mind is set at ease.
Clint Berger
August 21, 2007