Wrapped in a blanket of rain

 Growing up in Oregon, made rain feel like home.

Where the sun makes people warm, the rain makes me feel warm inside.

Like my soul is wrapped in a blanket, warm and at home.

Every little pitter patter on my roof calms me, brings relief.

Like cool water on a burn, is what rain does to my soul.

The smell of ozone, clears away the mask, its ok to be sad sometimes.

Like the rain makes life grow, sadness also creates growth.

If you don't try to shield yourself from it. Don't carry an umbrella.

Sit with your rain, like a blanket, let it wrap you up and keep you warm.

Soon enough, you'll have no need for it, you'll be warmed and free.

The sun will be back. It's ok to sit in the rain while you have it.