water~

its called H2O, whatever that is..

rain..
clear drops against a gray backdrop of the sky
dark thunder and blinding flashes of lighting
i stand.. unfailing..
no wishes to leave..
i don't want to move..
they hit me..
splashing my face, seeping my skin,
joining my pain and tears,
running down my hands, through my fingers..
i try to hold them, but they fall through
as always...

tears...
warm pearls falling from deep pools of dark emotions
pulled by the earth down pale pallored skin
sobs that are not mine tear my throat..
it can't be me..
the luxury of sweet tears,
the relief, the comfort..
something that i am bereft of..
lost long ago, none left..
flames of ice stabs at the organ they call heart,
what is it??
fire from the rain sears my veins,
still yet the sobs claw at my heart..
or is it still mine??