I patiently await the rain
But I can’t force something
That simply isn’t coming

I want the flood to come
And wash away the debris
I’m ready for the clouds
To drown out the sun’s glow
And keep everything locked away

I want to feel the enticing warmth
Of reparations still to come
But to accept this happiness
Would be to admit defeat

So in this misery
I must remain
For this dreadful equilibrium
Is all that keeps me grounded
And anchored to reality