It begins;
lightly.
As if someone
were gently
tapping
upon your skin
with eyelids
closed,
imagining a world
that could've been.
It begins to fall
harder now,
as guilt and doubt.
Slowly soaking
in regret.
Harder now,
it falls.
Flooding.
Masking memories.
Feelings of happiness
excitement, eagerness,
love.
Gone.
The soul craves
salvation
from thoughts.
Though God
answers this plea;
the past still remains,
but the tears
stop falling
as if
they were rain.