Have you seen the rain?
I have.
Do you know I have touched my lips to the window?
Cold, damp, moisture presses softly between my eyelashes
moistens the draught inbetween my cheeks.
Places where the salt from my tears have forged gullies.

Have you heard the thunder?
The pain in my head aroused by an infinity of numbness.
The crackle of a once known voice bleating love.
kindness now lost in the drums that play endlessly.

I am blinded by the lightning.
The bolts of electricity that curse through my body.
The white light that heaven holds reinforced in anger.
My anger for what I see inside of me.

Softly I step back,
take the view widely.
Look unwards toward the clouds and their greyness.
like clay waiting to be molded
shaped into the darkness of night.

I can see now the rain,
mirrors of droplets, distorting yet comforting
the images falling apart as they hit the ground.
puddles forming around my feet.

Now I am the rain.

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