Let the Rain

Let the rain kiss you.

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

~~Langston Hughes

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Un-alive. Void.

The mouth of depression insatiably gulped me and almost

almost claimed my last breath.

A mother who is unable to keep her son at home is not capable of loving enough

and has completely failed.

She is worthless.

And for months that is where I was.

Unexpected moments take me back to that place.

Only now I am able to leave the darkness safely with a clear head and a hopeful heart. Mostly.

Last night I returned to that place.

My son begged them, "I need to talk to my mom now, right now, please, right now."

He was allowed to call me.

My child sobbed to me by telephone last night.

His heart ached hopelessly. His soul laid bare. 

How does a mother lovingly say, "For your well-being it is not the best choice for you to come home now"?

Where in those words could anyone find comfort?

I could not hold him.

I could only cry with him from a distance,

while praying that the rain would come and sing him a lullaby.

He loves the rain.

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Please join me in a rain dance for Lee.

Simply say "I am dancing".

[Dancing in your heart counts]

I believe in the power of doing together.

Together is the most beautiful word.

Thank you

Love,

Melody

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