It is inevitable
the rain
it keeps on coming
no matter what I do
it never stops.
The water is everywhere
In my shoes
In my hair.
Circling the sky
with rain clouds,
the moon tells us
not to cry.
It's hard to listen.
It's hard to think
while the rain keeps falling around me,
Like the sky is dropping to the ground
Piece by piece.
I place my feet down
glance up to the sky
and float downstream
as the moon is reflected
upon the crystalline waters,
as the raindrops kiss
the river's surface.
All I see is blue around me
And it isn't as bad as I thought.