in the rain i squint and i find the souls of trees.
in the rain i listen and i see the echoes of coughs and colds.
in the rain i wait a little and linger because of the smell of mud and dirt.
in the rain i watch as my hair turns to unboiled strands of spaghetti.
in the rain there are many cold complaints for walking outside.
when the wind picks up i see the trees unlatch from their checkpoints
and the rain create hurdles of leaves turned icy daggers.
the rain reminds me of my overcast background thoughts,
where nothing i say can make my hair wring out or drip-dry.
where nothing i feel
or think
or do
can stop my blood picking up the speed given to it by my anxious, anxious mind.
i stare past the rambunctious chorus of hailstones turning mud to chilled slush
and i swear i see the outskirts of the storm begin to part.
i thought i heard thunder, though.
so it's best to keep the fire going and candles lit as beacons of tomorrow.
~
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
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Another amazing poem, Ruby! 💛 Really well written as always.
The description of the rain is really vivid. It makes me think of those rainy days when everything seems a bit gloomy. You paint a great picture of how the rain affects your thoughts and surroundings. Do you think the way you describe the rain is influenced by your mood during those times? And how do you manage to stay calm when your mind gets as anxious as you describe?