Someone told me once that the rain
meant that the angels are crying. I can see it
now,
listening to the sounds
of the storm and the keys and my breath,
the words
tripping from my fingers.
It feels

like the world is melting
like the rain is causing
the night to leach into reality

and drag everything down with it
six feet under
leaving nothing behind
but shades of gray.

It feels
like the world is bleeding.