My Dawn

 
   For a second I shudder. I wonder if you'll succeed again. After all, you seem today to be having a hard time. All the odds are against you. The clouds, rain, and sky itself bespeak prevailing darkness.

   Looking around me, the black clouds seem to cover the earth in a definitive fashion. Why, they seem to challenge me to a duel which they are sure they will win. And the rain - it's what makes this darkness hit home. In its drops it seems to carry the clouds' message into my face. Every drop says to me: "Just give up. It'll be dark forever."

   I'm not so easily convinced, though. I've known you for too long. You'd never succumb. But I still question myself: Where are you? Must you always test my trust in you? Do you really want me to fall off the cliff of doubt?

   My morbid thoughts notwithstanding, I look up at the sky above me, and behold - there is change. There is some light skirting the edge of the ominous clouds, making the rains' hue lighter too. I speak aloud, hoping you'll listen in: "I knew you'd make it. You were testing me, and I passed. All I need to do is see a drop of your light and I know that more will follow. Soon the air will carry a different tune. Brighter. More alive."

   And indeed, you succeed to the extent that later on in the day I am foolish enough to think that this was just another dawn; one oft repeated. But little do I know.