Joy Inside Me

Leaves dance in the wind while it's still raining,
But I can feel my hope is waning.
What can I still manage to have faith in now?
Will I ever find a light somehow?
My question: could I be more satisfied?
Has evolved into the question: why?
Why in a world of love do I feel pain?
Why does the sky never cease to rain?
My forecast is full of darkness and doubt.
Will the sun hide and never come out?
Outside I look and see leaves dancing still.
The leaves dance upon my windowsill.
Do they know something that I do not know?
Propelled by the wind, across they go.
But the same wind that throws the leaves about
Makes me cold whenever I go out.
If the leaves dance when it's cold and rainy,
Can I, too, find joy inside of me?