"The Rain"

THE RAIN


The rain is cold
It chills my skin
As it rolls down my arm
Down my hand
Down my finger
Pools with the mass
Now surrounding my hand

The rain is cold
Though I do not move
I do not shelter myself from it's
Empty, lonely grasp

The rain is cold
It clings to my body
Holds me to itself
Traps us in its
Ever growing intimacy
So tender its touch
So icy its hold on me

The rain is cold
In solitude we sit
Peaceful despair
We now share

The rain is cold
It chills my soul
Dilutes my resolve
My colours bleed
I become unseen
Washed away
With the day