The Pouring Rain

Rain pours 

                     down.

Over

          Me.

The thunder roars

as lightning illuminates the sky.  

Water dripping down my cold face.

                           I cannot help but shiver

As I think of the road home

and how far I have left

                                     To go.

Mother told me once

to never fear the dark

and yet,

       as the sky fades back to its dark pitch

the ghosts crawl out from their hiding places

-How I wish to be alone.  

My heart,

It pains me.

The grief.

The absurdity of it all.

Rain pours

down.

                       Over

              Me.