Rain is rain.
There's no other way to explain
the sound it makes as it hits
the Earth.
         It's the soft, sad sound of
            seconds,
                     slowly
                            slowly
                                  slipping away.
Time has gone away in the moments
it
takes
for the ground
to
        drown

like bodies and their sorrows,
a soul and it's pain.
Hopelessly flailing
     frantically wailing
            drowning in emotions
             that mean to spite you.
If only you realized that the
drowning, choking, spitting;
was meant to cleanse you're broken
soul,
not **** it.