One day,
I felt it start to rain inside despite clear skies.
A constant noise,
A chill a child cannot understand.
It made me fear monsters at night,
And ruined the dusty picture books.
And it never stopped pouring.
A rainstorm in childhood,
A hurricane in adulthood,
And a lifetime of begging the rain to run dry.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
One day,
I felt it start to rain inside despite clear skies.
A constant noise,
A chill a child cannot understand.
It made me fear monsters at night,
And ruined the dusty picture books.
And it never stopped pouring.
A rainstorm in childhood,
A hurricane in adulthood,
And a lifetime of begging the rain to run dry.
