After a torrential downpour
That never seems to have an end,
As trees are felled by lightning
and the streets are flooded to the curb tops,
Then the sun comes peeking out from behind a cloud
And it dries up the rain
and everything, everywhere, looks brand new again.
So it was with you and I, suffering through
a torrential downpour
For which you had only yourself to blame,
Thinking perhaps that I, your safe harbor,
Would always be there waiting
to cast a net and bring you back to shore.
Like trees being felled by lightning,
So was our family, torn asunder,
Children trying to please both parents
and wanting only to remain being a family.
Bitter arguments over possessions
and a man who only wanted, he said
TO FLY AND BE FREE.
I was so blinded by the storm that
I was unable to foresee the sun
waiting to shine on me again,
but like an East Coast fisherman,
I donned my rain gear
and waited out the storm.
Soon enough, I began to realize
I could have a life without you
and quite possibly,
a better life at that.
Then I knew it as time to let go–
Let go of a marriage of twenty-six years,
Let go of an image in my mind–
Not what it actually was but just what
I wanted it to be.
A marriage is not a marriage
if only one person is committed to it.
I can see clearly now;
The rain is gone – and
I finally let go.
Sandra Lee Smith/originally posted July 24, 2010
Last edited May 15, 2018
sandy’s note: I think this is one of my very favorite poems.