It's this day, this day of incessant rain falling down mercilessly onto the belt of my pain, in waves of fury and pattering curses, today it falls with the thunder of my bleeding soul, today it's loud- today it's too loud.
today, the sky is veiled in black. in black, grey, blue, a single white cloud, now gone. today, the sky feels like it's going to start over the creation of this world, today it sounds like it aims to end. today, the sky is me.
today, the drops split into ten more on my face. today, i run- i do what i do not want to. today, i want to escape. today, yet again, i escape.
the sound is pleasant. today, i feel scared, with how the thunder silences in seconds but continues in my head. today, the wild, raucous drizzle matches the beat of my heart. today, the rain asks me to cry.
it's too high, i do not know how long it'll take to recede. today, i hope it does not.
everyone is inside. everyone is hiding. everyone knows the rain now. everyone knows that it pours. not everyone has seen the rain this way before- but they say they know. they must know. they are waiting for the waters to dry. they know. they know they will dry.
it's too cold. for me, for them. it's the whisper of the winters, they say. it's the song of the coming months. it's a declaration.
the sun is not out. the skies are as dark. the precipitation lingers just above the head. the air is heavy. the sound waits to be heard. it has stopped raining, they say.
i stay inside. i keep the well from overflowing. i try to tell them everything's okay. they agree before i speak.
today, the rain has ceased.
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