It rained again today,
Like yesterday.
Not that you would care --
I'm sure you have much more important things to think about --
But apparently, I don't.
I've been staring out the window
Since the rain started
Last week.

There's something entrancing about the steady downpour,
How it gathers into pools on the earth,
Which continuously grow and overflow,
And which never seem to absorb
Into the soggy ground
Or evaporate into the cold, damp air.
It's like the tears that flowed from her eyes,
How they gathered into pools on my arms.
I felt the warm liquid growing and overflowing
As I stared into the rain.

The tears stopped.
They're poisonous, you see,
And she knows this, so she stopped them.
Held the poison inside herself,
For me.

But the rain never stops.
It continues, despite my most earnest wishes,
Despite my pleadings,
Despite my prayers.
It continues,
Gathering in pools, which grow and overflow,
And never seem to absorb or evaporate
Because the ground is soggy
And the air is cold and damp.
I think that's why, at least --
Not that it matters.
I stopped caring why long ago;
Now, I just watch the rain.

I can hardly even remember when it started.
Was it really last week?
I don't think so --
It doesn't feel like it.
I... I can't remember the sun.
I can't remember its warmth
Or its color.
Did it smell?
No, I don't think so.
I can't remember where it was
Or who made it.
Was it God?
No, I don't think so.

And so I stare out the window,
Watching,
Wishing the rain would stop,
But it will never stop.
The poison, pouring, from the clouds,
And into my heart.

I hate the rain.