they often say the rain
cleanses
the soul.
only today
do i feel
so much older.
the rain is my friend.
i lift my face toward the sky
letting my face absorb all that there is
mixing my tears
with the tainted drops of the sky.
and everyone else around me
rushes inside
they are afraid of this emotion.
this motion propelling me outside.
it feels the pain, the sorrow
of what i feel
of what you have undone.
droplets of the sky
roll all into one
falling onto my face
only to come together
as despair.
but this is what i feel.
rain on, rain on.
little jenny feels the hurt, the pain
but i forget that i am not alone
i am not alone.
only the sky knows what i feel
as it keeps pouring.