Yesterday’s Rain

The rain was cold, so cold it chilled my soul

The frozen drops penetrated my skin:

Taking my warmth,

Sucking my emptiness,

Merging with my darkness.

I stood alone thinking.

Did you see me yesterday?

The rain was clean, so clean it gave me hope

Its icy cold fingers caressed my spirit:

Washing away the heavy sorrow,

Massaging sweet the lonesome bitterness,

Rinsing clear the murky confusion.

I frolicked in laughter.

Did you hear me yesterday?