A sudden crash,
Like the opening of heavy clouds,
A heartbreak,
A tragedy,
Perhaps a betrayal?
It’s like the rain pours upon you,
Even in glorious sunlight.

Even as the sun bears down,
You feel drenched in sorrow,
Soaking wet with shame,
Dripping with guilt,
Seething like a drowned rat,
The downpour is in your head,
But it stings nonetheless.

Getting dry again is the challenge,
The drips are scars in your head,
You can’t simply drain the sadness away,
It’s not easy to evaporate pain,
The rain cascading down is in your head,
The rain is imaginary,
But it can still drown you.

Irain

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Comments
  1. Osharlequin says:

    Reblogged this on WorldofHarley and commented:

    Imaginary Rain

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