when will it stop?
these teardrops,
the downpour?
the rain beats on my back
as it mixes with my tears.
i can’t make it through the storm alone
so please stay with me.
i don’t want to get wet with rain
and tremble with cold. 
it’s just a passing downpour,
i tell myself.
i won’t let it stay like this,
i can’t. 
i need to be dry,
i need to be happy.
what happens when i stay in the rain?
i will let it win the war,
and the rain melts me away. 
slowly and softly,
so no one notices me gone until it’s too late.