She closed her eyes
to the sound of the rain
every raindrop in unison
to the sting of the pain
the way it hit the window
with the slightest beating
it reminded her of life
and the history repeating
every drop a reminder
of all that could’ve been
where she went wrong
and where she’d try again
as the thunder didn’t roll
and the lightning didn’t flash
she’d let the raindrops play
like the music of her past
the strumming of the pain
the beating of each drop
the pitter patter of her heart
breath filling silent spots
as she listened along
to the painful melody
she prayed the storm would pass
and she’d sleep for eternity.

  • The Dalema. September 14, 2017.