loose threads

dripping from eaves 
this rain knows my sadness
it comes to me as a balm
a soothing touch on raw flesh
a chill in the air

i can easily imagine a time
when this rain knows not my pain
and only falls because it must

back when we were young
when we played 
in warm summer showers

like children

mouths open
faces tipped up at the heavens

but this rain is different
weary, thin as a thread

this rain is ancient 

this rain
knows my sadness

-rjm

prompt “this rain knows my sadness” from sol_poetria on Instagram