Rain

So sore and confused I touch the raindrops but they never touch you 
All withered and frail your arms outstretched welcoming the gloom 
I tremble violently under scarred old clouds and they push me down 
Into the dirt I groan as I swallow each bite of the frozen ground

The wind makes me wince the howling gusts of air make me choke 
As you cause the whites of my itching eyes to fill up with smoke 
Then I mutter a dream that turns into a scream and your face so pale 
Comes apart at the seams like a sewing machine that swallowed a nail

Now the stream turns into a river and the river turns into a flood 
Surrounded by sewage and discolored water like blankets of dark blood 
The raindrops melt into my eyes of smoke and drip down into my mouth 
Swallowing the stale stench of tears from the thunderclouds

Swallowing, swallowing 
Forever and ever swallowing…

Joseph Krebaum