Rain

The clouds roll with thunder

Loud claps of anger

Pent up inside the blue

For too long.

Face turned heavenwards,

The rain is my tears

Enveloping me within

The downpour of my soul.

My chilled skin is

Akin to yours now,

Visible as carved stone

As a name and numbers.

I stand among a battlefield

Of life, where death

Defies defeat.

I stand drenched in mortality.

The thundering roars are my screams

And the lightning my denial.

This weight brings me

To a wet kneel.

A prayer to the rain

To flood me back to you.