Here I am
awake, dozing

Listening to the storm drifting away...
I just want to be a part of the rain.

washing away 

with other raindrops 

into the earth, creating 

life. 

To be beautiful and essential. 

I crave it...

the muffled fingertips of rainwater 
drum out the sound of the sky on all things below

And I 
lay here
in wonder
wishing...
I could be carried away with those noisy clouds on a silent wind
 
To some other landscape

to fall far and fast with a strength and purpose
never alone and always together,
A raindrop I would become, and gladly race to the soil
to soak into the flesh of the earth 
And be happy

Be happy.

For once, my heart would be free of ache 
as I would be carried 

far 

far away from here...
here.
In this bed 
of my heavy heart
with these sorrows as my blanket.
weighing me down.
Separating me forever from the passing rain

And my tears...
my tears are the closest thing to rain.

but they come alone.

and only from pain.