Here I lay —
isolated,
alienated,
secluded
from all that’s human.

Seen, yet invisible.
Heard, yet never understood.

Just a wandering soul
in a world not my own.

i find myself in the rain drops
coming, going, never gone
but not here to stay
for some a nuisance
inconvenience to paint
the day a depressing
grey, but to one
i am long awaited
a peaceful respite to
their harsh drought

there is truth to be
found in the storm.