The Rain

As the first drop fell

She saw an escape from her hell

She stood with outstretched hands

Her eyes closed and her face upturned

Her hair floated with the wind

Her soul soared with the storm

And as the raindrops hit her

The pain, the gilt, the hurt, it all vanished

She silently stood

Soaking, soaring and smiling

A smile that had been embedded

In the remnants of her past

And for a long time

Could only be found in Kodak moments

She smiled her long buried smile

And as the air caressed her cheek

And the wet smell of soil filled her to the brim

She felt happy at last

She had no other thought

Just a smile, a satisfied smile

The kind no blade nor smoke can give

She had looked for this relief

But in her cut veins she only found grief

And in the smoke, numbness

Perhaps she had been looking at the wrong places

But just as she thought she had the solution,

The rain stopped

The smile fades

The happiness vanished

And she’s once more left

Deserted, haunted by demons

That exists only in her head

Stranded and struggling

Losing hope and dying each day

Until her brain burst a nerve

And finally her faithful heart stops

Giving her its last gift of death