There’s a downpour outside my window.
I can hear the way the tears from Heaven fall graciously to the Earth,
but they are as unforgiving as the Devil himself.
It makes the world seem so quiet.
So small.
So peaceful.
Despite the way it slaps obnoxiously into the warm concrete
That creates a violent glare nearly blinding you from the oncoming traffic.
And I just hope to God that I don’t crash.
Or maybe, I hope to God that I do.
The rain can make me feel alone. It does that.
Even the way it falls together,
Never left behind
Or abandoned.
Like the way I feel when my heart plummets
Ten thousand stories, crashing into the ground,
But instead, I am alone.
Even if the rain could wash away my sins,
It would not wash away my memories.
It would not wash away the past that I struggled to over come,
And it would not wash away the strengths I gained but did not ask for.
It wouldn’t do anything…
Just like now.
It’s not actually doing anything at all.