Sit In The Rain
If I sit in the rain,
I can believe that I do not cry.
It is the raindrops
that streak my face,
It is the thunder
that makes my heart pound
heavily within my chest.
It is the weight of the clouds
that bears down my shoulders.
It is the sky,
that reflects the greyness
within my eyes.
It is the cold and damp,
which makes me curl
into a shivering ball.
It's only the rain...