Today I woke up

staring at a choice,

feeling inspired,

I recalled how difficult

it has been

to arrive at such crossroads.

Is happiness a choice?

I’ve asked myself,

again and again,

again and again.

In the end, the answer lies

in the most unexpected of places,

a song in the rain.

The music notes feel wet,

awash by the downpour.

And yet,

the music quietly irrupts

and pushes its way through.

The song comes through the rain,

the tune and the melody deafen

the sound of the rain drops.

I can hear the music everywhere,

as the sky drums like a waterfall.

And yet,

Nothing! Can stop the beauty

and the power

of a song in the rain.