It waters the Earth, and the flowers , trees and all things green.
The lovely yet jangled noise of it on the tin roof of my house,
reminds me that it is good for all living things.
And yet, my broken body , shrinks into itself,
when it sees the clouds on the horizon.
Bringing with it the ache of the dark forces of weather.
And then it comes full -force.
I see it dripping from the eaves, in perfect timing,
reminiscent of a thousand drops of intravenous fluids.
The rivulets of rain , coming sharp and fast,
like needles in the hundreds of hands ,
I’ve been subject to.
I remind myself , “It is only rain. “
And yet my subconscious whispers ………….
“It is only rain………….for now. “