closed fists in pockets

head down

the clouds fall above you

and the slow song of the rain beats
in your heart

pitter-patter echoes

the world around you drown

and it's all you can hear

the drum of feather touches against
your soul

closed fists in pockets

head down

you watch the drops of rain

slip into the cracks of the earth

(filling and filling, where he couldn't)

(but. she wonders, maybe...
it's the earth swallowing the rain inside

gulping the clouds

stealing it from the sky

till it's clear blue again

and she can look up)