
Rain On Fire

Rain On Fire
I couldn’t sleep
last night.
Something about
the rain.
Hollow, bursting.
Tender, violent.
Unable to choose
a direction,
a course,
a temperament.
It reminded me
of you.
Its feral
brokenness.
Its
sorrow.
Its silent tearing
from the
middle.
The rain.
It reminded me
of you.
The bearer
of slow blood,
the meandering
rivulet
of rage
seeping from
the deepest,
most intolerable
wound.