Rain Will Make The Flowers Grow
When it rains, I go for walks. My roommates have now grown accustomed to me bounding down the stairs during a thunderstorm. When I'm happy, rain seems happy too, as it washes the dust from the trees, and helps my flowering tomato plants grow. Lately, though, rain seems fitting because I am crying a lot, and it helps when the rest of the world looks like its crying, too. I went back to my specialist last week, and we found more Lyme. Over the past two months, the return of certain symptoms had clued me into the fact that I wasn't done taking tinctures or detox baths. Still, a small part of me wanted to hear her say, "Yeah, it's gone. You're finished." I gladly went for a stroll later in the rain. That's the other great thing about storms: people aren't outside to see you crying. Shortly after I was first diagnosed with Lyme disease, I found a song by For King and Country called, "It's Not Over Yet." It struck me as fitting because