Looking up at the sky, I search for answers.
I wish to calm these racing thoughts, and grip these wild emotions.
I ask God to help me, for I knew there was reason for it all.
What is wrong?
I am lost.
I am fearful.
I am confused.
It is silent.
I ride through the neighborhood,
The wheels of my bicycles were cranking a mechanical sound
As it grooved along the pavement.
It is enjoyable, for I am present.
I feel free from thought.
I look at the sky as its now grows dark.
Suddenly, a downpour of rain hits my thighs,
And soon drenches me from ponytail to sneaker.
I initially feel this discomfort and itch to rush home to shelter.
In withstanding the storm on my wet ride back home,
I am flooded with joy, beauty and appreciation for this warm summer-like rain.
What was once a feeling of discomfort was now joy?
I continued, peddled and peddled,
Wet as a dog.
Finally, the gray sky cleared back to blue.
It was time to go home.
I had completed my journey
And all of my questions were answered.