How might one describe the rain?
How it patters, how it falls?
Emotion is grasped in fleeting droplets
Feeling is washed by recycled water
Self is contained, self is released
How might you describe the rain?
How it cleanses, how it sticks?
Reminders are whispered in drizzling bouts
Past hurts echoed in recurring moisture
You are containing what you should release
How might I describe the rain?
How it hurts, how it stabs?
Traumas are st-stuttered like skipping discs
Replayed downpours soak the earth
I am contained by what I don’t release