There she stands

In the rain

Letting the cold

Drops of heaven

Pelt her head.

Her tears stream

Down her cheeks.

Rain and tears

Flow and mix.

She remembers something,

An encouraging word.

She looks up.

The sun appears.

Bright rays dance.

On the wet

World below it.

The woman smiles

“Today,” she says.

“Will be a

Good day.” Smiling.

“For with each

New day comes

A second chance.”

I smile at

Her with joy.

“Aye.” I say.

“A Second Chance.”