Today it is raining
And the sky is reaching its fingers down
To comfort me.
We are the same
We neither of us
Know how to cry just right.
Sometimes I know the razorblade torrents of water
Are meant to be caresses.
The wind whips rain into my face
From a sympathetic sky
Reaching out
Contact,
Contact!-
It is lonely, never truly touched
And knows not how to be,
And its reaching hands are too rough, too eager
And then sometimes it ***** in its breath
As if it's realized it's gone much too far,
But we are the same.
We are the same and I understand why one moment I am drenched
And the next I only feel a mist.
We neither of us
Have control.
We are only trying
Our best.
It often rains on days when I am sad.
I wish it was acceptable to be a storm,
To throw yourself at the ground with all your abandon,
To wail
To crash lightning and split trees down their centers.
I wish it was okay to be so chaotic.
But never once has anybody seen my storm
And not been angered by its force.
So when I am sad I love to walk in the rain
Because we understand each other-
Everybody hates rainy days.
They are beautiful...
From inside.
They are necessary...
But endured.
Because they don't know when to quit.
They don't know
How-
Reeling out of control,
Sometimes your hair gets wrecked,
Sometimes
Your roof leaks.
Sometimes,
You just can't get the damp to stop clinging to your clothes
Like a needy child.
People hate rainy days.
I don't hate rainy days.
We understand each other.
I admire them.
They have no permission, either
To be so volatile,
So
Passionate.
But they do not hang on.
They let go.
Because it is all they know how
To do.
It is all I know how
To do either
But I am here on the ground,
Here in these bones that can't burst lightning
Or wail like the wind
Here in this flesh that, unlike the storm, needs to be loved.
So all I do is let the rain wash my face,
In solidarity
Because
We neither of us
Know how to cry just right.