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.
©anna.sophia.wolner 2013
The form of the poem, physically, is to be reminiscent of a falling rain drop.