Weathered

The weatherman once said it will be rainy
yet I never knew it would be this painful,
and to thinking if an umbrella was inadequate,
I was also in my raincoat covering till my toes
and what struck me was not the cold drop ...brrr...
rather, a knife-like conscience striking blows,
raining and cleansing me to coming awake,
to realizing how immaturity had me fooled...
over the storm, a rainbow I now am able to see.