The rain

For a little while, nothing would come

I just sat here waiting, staring

Outside, it stopped raining,

but inside me it's still pouring

The cold, wet drops of salty fluid

Raindrops, hitting the cheeks of my soul

Or tears, streaming down

The line of another fresh new scar

Another one you can't see

But one I can surely feel.

For once, even I don't know why myself,

I savour the comfort of silence

Accompanied by the soft, gentle humming

And the stumbling of supporting players

Look at the wind blowing from every corner

Pushing it one way, pulling it another

What it is, is confused, distraught, lost

Wanting to do one thing, daring to do another

Able to accomplish none of what it wishes for

Confined to another barrier, called time

Prospects for tomorrow are looking down:

Forecast for this week: rain.