Tear Drops So Clear

It rained today, clouds moving with the atmosphere, I sit here

looking out the bedroom window, a little dusty but clear, I see the mist from drops of rain but I do not hear or see them fall, it's like the salt water that roll from the eyes as it slowly glides down your cheeks once the tear ducts has reached it's water levels, like a levy that was breached, uncontrolled from going through pain that seems to continuously regurgitate from a subconscious state.

It rained today, in an artificial place, sitting on a stool perched such as birds upon a line, feet clutched tight with knees pulled high, hearing drops squeeze through a screen to filter particles from a hardened heart. Clear and clean let the drops soften as it hits the center of a porcelain sink, removing all that sticks and remains within a chest cavity gathering oneself walking out of a box turning to see another faucets tear drops so clear.

It rained today, like a stream from a river or lake, seeing the joys and the pains that lay upon everyone's window Payne, some with and without shame, treason's to the universe, embarrassments upon names, seeing brighter days from muddy waters all because of a rain dance game, refraining from being drained, mind racing running like trains, relaxing the cranium listening to the beat of a heart thump in the rain.

It rained today, it sounded like tiny drops of hardened snow pellets, running through the hall to look out the window, removing the curtain to see it wasn't rain it was hail, a subconscious call, screaming to get a message across please everyone stay in the house for the angel of death is roaming about.

It rained today, outside with a mask on, hearing the wood pecker, knowing spring is here, wishing Covid-19 was no where near. The streets are bare, grey cumulus clouds rumbling loud, puddles of water from rain drops so heavy, no sun but it's a little chilly and muggy, wondering if it rains again will it clear covid-19 from the air with drops so clear.