The Book of Poems

When the Rain Pours

They told me to be kind.

To stay kind. 

"Kindness always overpowers hate."

They were wrong.

But then they were right. 

I am confused.

But then I am not.

Like a storm of clouds,

My mind felt like pouring.

Like a layer of haze,

My vision seemed blocked.

Just like a every storm though, 

the rain poured, 

the clouds cleared, 

and the seeds of kindness planted were watered. 

Like the bud of a flower, 

realization blossomed. 

Kindness had limits. 

Indeed, being kind was true!