As I run down the street I feel the hardness of the pavement under my worn out tennis shoes.
I pump my arms as my feet propel me away from that house.
the house full of loud voices with there relentless bickering
the house full of cries of pain and fear through the night
the house were childhood dreams are lost
it begins to rain and i feel the droplets slowly run down my face
and as i run they jump off my face and i feel a different kind of wetness
my own kind of rain
the rain from my own body that's now hidden
rain its not only the stuff that comes from the cloud filled skys
its also the stuff the pours out of your beaten and weakened body