Elegy for the Impervious

On rainy days of death and doom,
I cannot help but feel every worldly gloom.
It envelops me like wrinkles on flower,
And I neglect its part in life's grand shower. 

I often write feeling in verse with ink and heart,
In parchment, I bury it deep and far apart.
I hide my storms like all of us do,
Praying strength might still soak through.

But without the thunder, the sun would not kiss
And all the love we give would be remiss.
So despair in glass and let it die with ours
And revel in the beauty of all our scars.

Because when you smile and when you cry,
You are as impervious as the earth, sun and sky,
And as I stand in the rain, looking to the cloud.
My lips and eyes remain open and I stand proud.