When The Rain Comes

When The Rain Comes

In a silent world standing speechlessly,

Forbidden words fight upon my lips endlessly.

I stand chaste by humanity’s silly restrictions,

Their rules are nothing more than people’s assumptions.

Yet, the rain keeps falling upon my face,

No matter the day, the time, or the place.

It brings with it the reason that I came,

Allowing me to speak in silence without shame.

It’s the rain that holds me tightly keeping me still,

Preventing me from faltering, keeping me real.

For without it into the night I’d disappear,

Running from invisible ghosts screaming in fear.

It’s the rain that keeps me from being alone,

As I stand many miles from yesterday’s home.

A place that held all that I knew was right,

But vanished without speaking into some rainy night.

It’s the wash of droplets flooding my scared face,

As it speaks of truth and love without disgrace.

And as I stand in the rain-soaked shadows all alone,

I hear invisible whispers spoken in somber tones.

In the depths of my soul now drenched I stand,

Having been taught Rain’s lesson one I understand.

It’s the things that only rain can teach me I see,

Things in its sprinkles, droplets its abundant glee.

Now before morning the rain has come and gone,

Its lesson is well taught much like a song.

Singing without words tapping repeatedly,

The words of life and love and laughter endlessly.