A Different Kind of Rain
A fierce pour
A slow drizzle
Hitting hot pavement with a sizzle
Flooding places
Streaming down faces
Dried up
And it comes again
A kind of rain without strong wind
My eyes burn as water runs
Down my face
The drops stream down as if in a race
The world unaffected by my windless hurricane
My tropical storm
Untouched by the rain
Untouched by the pour
And yet for me,
It’s this rain and nothing more
At the moment it’s my world
It’s pouring, yet the sky is clear
So silently I cry with fierce tears
This poem is about:
Me