Dear Rain,

Dear Rain,

Please keep my secrets, okay?

Your the only thing that’s keeping me sane when my threads are running loose

It’s your cold droplets; they keep me awake during my muggy moods.

You keep me sober from the abnormal

they surround my being

keeping my mind at bay

Every time you make contact with the concrete

You create taps; they remind me of a crackling fire I know I won’t come home to.

You make those grey smears in the sky look a lot like art.

I feel you piercing the nape of my neck and plop on my skull. Hard enough to make your drops drill into the nape-

What is it you want me to know?

Are you warning me of a thunderstorm? Maybe a bad omen is coming my way or

Or maybe you’re sending me good news?

That must be it.

If so, I’d forgive you. For sending nerve crashing needles ricocheting against my neck.

It must be your way.

Helping me purify,

cleanse,

absolute myself from the worries tethering me down into the ground

Stopping my mind from sinking into unplottable plots

I’m sinking, overthinking, wondering if I’ll pull myself out of this…

But oh, you’re here. Dripping on lashes..

Telling me It’s okay, that I’m okay. You’re the only one I can confide in,

Even if you can’t respond.

I’ll speak for you.