Rain

Rain, oh rain, let your cold silver fingers trace my skin, let every drop fall heavy enough to loosen the ache buried beneath it. Rain, oh rain, wash the quiet bruises I carry inside, soak the places where sorrow hides, become the remedy my wounds have begged for. Rain, oh rain, erase the tears that have already fallen, blur them into the storm you bring, so no one can tell which grief is yours and which is mine. Rain, oh rain— fall until I feel clean again, fall until the sky and I have cried the same amount.