Rain

This is not a reflection of my current mindset…  Just felt like writing because the rain is falling in a moody sort of way.

She watches the rain slowly falling outside her window and remembers…

Dancing in the rain

Laughing, Loving, Smiling…

 

She wonders… What ever happened to those days?

What happened to her life?

What happened… to her?

 

She longs to stand outside and let the rain wash the dirt away.

But she knows that won’t work.

She needs more than water to cleanse her of her past.

 

One minute she’s sitting, smoking a cigarette and watching water fall from the sky…

And a split second later she is standing outside.

The rain masking her tears…

 

<span

style=”font-family: Bookman Old Style”>Looking up in the sky, she lets the raindrops roll down her face,

Through her hair,

Over her body.

 

Hoping for a miracle.

Hoping against all logic that her past will be washed away.

Hoping against all logic that her soul will be cleansed.

 

Hoping that maybe one day she’ll be able to stand in the rain and smile again.