Depression hits like a warm winter day,
With a storm making a surprise guest star.
Droplets of you came floating out from the sky
And onto me.
You soaked my face with your holy water,
Covered me and shielded me from the sun.
Your rain masked out my tears,
And I guess you never noticed.
I watched you unfold right in front of my eyes,
Slowly and calculating,
Like how predators seek out their prey.
I needed something vital,
My lips were dry
And you were the quenching water,
But I could only watch your torturous waves flow out from the clouds up above,
You’re holy water sent from heaven,
A sign from God that you were something I needed,
But can’t have.