This rain

A poem about rain. Enjoy.



This rain

The sky is crying.
The sorrow,
The pain.
I understand.

It cuts me up,
as I stand here
Feeling it seep into my empty soul.

The rain,
the rain.
Gleaming like the blade of warriors.
Lifted up with effort,
Let go,
with sorrow, with grief.

Why are you sad? Why do you grief?
It slices through me as though
I were nothing.
I should know.

The pain,
The sorrow.
I should know.
I am the one who caused this rain.