Rain heals the wounds
The loneliness filled with bottles
Awakened to the sound of light taps
Asking if I am ready
To stop drowning myself in liquid sorrow
To stop avoiding social interaction
To seek a new adventure outside a glass of poison

Puddles forming underneath my bare feet
Rinsing off the dirt
Gloomy forecast
With a chance of sunshine for an hour, maybe two
Rain filling my empty bottles
Overflowing
Rain washing away who I was and who I am and who I will be