Storm
The rain falls steadily down
A cold hard rain
My hair hangs in slick clumps
About my waist
The rain travels in tiny rivulets
Endlessly downward clinging to the shafts
Until, becoming heavy
The laden drops let go
I taste salt
As the streams flow past my eyes
And over my lips
The storm around me a mirror
For the one within
The only difference
The rain knows no feeling
It can only take a sip of mine
As my tears freely flow
The showers and I become one
The river travels across my body
Hungrily lapping up my sorrow
I cry out my frustration!
The storm thunders back!
The water reaches in to touch my soul
And steal my pain
Lightening ignites the sky
And it is in this moment that I know
I know
This storm too shall pass.