What message would I leave for the rain?
Nothing.
Just keep raining.
But remind me only of the memories
that don’t keep paining.
You can rain all day,
all month,
or even all year
no worries.
I’ll buy a boat if the world fills up,
a life jacket
for me.
But I don’t want to be
inundated
with old, aching memories.
Yes, rain,
you can be my everyday shower.
I’ll bathe outside.
Wait a minute
let me grab a soap
and a towel.
What else do I need?
A little bit of courage?
Oh, of course
if you promise me
not to carry that sweetness in the air,
not to carry that soft melancholy
that once
puffed my pain into storms.
No… it’s alright.
When it’s sunny,
I will still remember you, rain.
But please, please, please
wash away my pain.
Wash away my pain.



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