Rain

Yes, I am lost…

I've broken so many times,

Scattered myself across

Lines I never thought I'd

Have to cross.

My heart

Is too soft for

This world they've manufactured,

Where only the heartless artless

Are set up to win…

I am tired

Of pulling myself

Out of holes

We're supposed to pretend

Don't exist.

How do others find

A way around them?

Are we just going to ignore this

For forever?

And then I hear

A pattering

On the tin roof, like

A clarion call…

Rain,

Drumming, soothing

Cooling, a break in

Summer's oppressive warmth.

The world has always done this,

Precipitation creating clouds that

Burst, a release of

Life, falling to soil,

Seeping into roots

And water tables

To start the process anew.

And yes, there is a rainbow,

And yes, it is a colorful symbol

Of hope, but it's insubstantial,

Evaporating within moments;

I take more comfort

In the wetness I still

Feel on my skin,

The humidity I

Breath in, and I know

Like the rain

I will endure,

Fill up my empty cup and

Flow into holes

So I can

Remember

How to swim.