It’s raining
The water droplets are nothing but a calm, soothing hug that envelopes my body
It’ll all be alright it whispers, as if it has any idea what’s going through my head
I wish I knew too, let me in on this secret that you’re hiding from me
It’s a cacophony of voices that aren’t my own, choking whatever piece of me I have left and leaving the corpse of my brain out to dry
It’s raining
The rain makes me think of nothing or everything at all
My tears are like the rain, my special recipe of sadness I can fabricate and put in a jar to remember my shortcomings
Shortcomings
They are the reason my tears come like rain
They are the reason I can sit and think of everything and nothing at all
I can count them all as if they were burned into the memory of my brain
I can remember the shame and the embarrassment pooling in my stomach, the heat that rose to my cheeks and the formidable statement I put out to God and the universe that I would never repeat making a shortcoming like that again
And just like that, it’s raining again.
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