Note to Self about the Weather

Sometimes a fire ignites in the body
when it has accumulated too much old debris.
Like a forest, it knows how to burn away what’s dead.

The weather can be so relentless here;
Month after month of darkness and rain
Then all summer it doesn't rain at all.

How could this not be a sign
that something is desperately wrong?

Please remember: what's happening here
is not a punishment, or a reward.
No matter how heavenly or grindingly hellish
It's nothing personal- It's just the weather.

No matter how loud or angrily you shout
at the sky, it will never respond.
Still, there is a conversation to be had,
If you're willing to be still
long enough to let the weather
penetrate your skin.