The Sun Always Comes Up

There are plenty of times I thought my world ended 

My hours, days, weeks, and months didn’t go how I intended 

But as I looked outside, I saw the rain fall

Gracing plants with water, animals enthralled 

I realized the storms & sorrows help us grow, like plants 

And after it passes, as quick as a glance

You’ve bloomed and born anew, the past is the past 

The sun always comes up, steadfast.