Rain

Joseph Krebaum

So sore and confused I touch the raindrops but they never touch you

All withered and frail your arms outstretched welcoming the gloom

I tremble violently under scarred old clouds and they push me down

Into the dirt I groan as I swallow each bite of the frozen ground

The wind makes me wince the howling gusts of air make me choke

As you cause the whites of my itching eyes to fill up with smoke

Then I mutter a dream that turns into a scream and your face so pale

Comes apart at the seams like a sewing machine that swallowed a nail

Now the stream turns into a river and the river turns into a flood

Surrounded by sewage and discolored water like blankets of dark blood

The raindrops melt into my eyes of smoke and drip down into my mouth

Swallowing the stale stench of tears from the thunderclouds

Swallowing, swallowing

Forever and ever swallowing...