Darkness
the familiar ghost, 

the curious figure,
with its pallid face
and naked wisdom
carries me in sleep.

What you don't seem to understand
Is that healing is a process.

Depression doesn't go away in a night
Not even a month or two months.
Yeah, I may be feeling better on some days
But I'm not all the way there.

There is a process
Which I haven't finished yet.

I've come to realize
Most of my problems originated with you.
I'm trying to get better but you are still getting in the way.

Your nagging, your constant pressure
Is spiking the anxiety
Which is causing a downward spiral back into my abyss.

But you know what the worst part is?
You don't even notice.
You don't even listen when I tell you.
You don't even try to understand.

The sky cries loudly,
Its tears pelting on the Earth.
It weeps with sadness.

Rain is something completely pure,
Nourishment it will ensure.
Understands how to sooth and relax,
With unpredictability, it often acts.
Rain is something we shouldn't avoid,
When it's sprinkling, it may be enjoyed.
We may share it with family and friends,
It helps our minds regenerate and cleanse.
Rain is something we should all respect,
When it's angry, we should hide and protect.
It knows how to take but also give,
We must cherish it, as long as we live.

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when the language of rain
is in need of
translation.

when the parallel lines
have
crossed.

when observing the time
by the pizza boxes
arching
toward
a ceiling fan.

when pages of
stories are skipped
to the end unread.

rain touches the lonely,
rain is weaving  
the hearts
with dreams.

rain colors the lonely
arching in color
touching the sky.  

droplets  of water
through your window glass
tapping of comfort
of watering eyes.