The dark cloud loomed over the streets.
I was caught unaware of this happening.
Why wasn’t I told that this might happen?
Why did the world throw this at me with no defenses?
It left me wondering and lost.
Looking up at the passing streetlights,
I saw light reflecting off of the metal and raindrops.
Thinking back, I thought of fond memories,
Singing “Singing in the Rain” amongst childhood fears.
So, I grabbed my unbrellla, twirling it in my fingers.
I danced along the side streets,
Belting childhood songs to lighten the world.
Twirling and Dancing added joy to her soul.
When I got back to the place I call home,
All of the rooms seemed to be brighter.
By Alecia England, Contributor