The Rain

The pain. The hurt. They flood unchecked down my cheeks. I never knew feelings like this—sharp, endless, consuming. I want to cry forever. I will scream until my voice is heard again. My raw throat aches.

I run outside to let it out. Who do I blame? Who do I hate? The sky opens above me as if it can no longer hold back—joining the chorus of my never-ending tears. The warm rain embraces me—finally—someone understands.

My legs abandon me—I am down on my knees. A puddle, how much of it from my own eyes? Sorrow threatens to rip my heart apart. Does it matter? Drowning. My reason is gone.

How could this—how could the world let it? We are told... if we just be good... People aren’t supposed to feel like this. I scream—why! The lightning cracks as if to answer—but I don’t understand.

The rain now beats me to the ground. I’m cold, I don’t care. To care again would wash away the memories. If I sink beneath it all, no one would remember. What am I to do, to go? Why live—without you?

My eyes can barely see. Yet, I look down at my own hands—oh god... What have I done?