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
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