The old man standing on the rain

The thunder shakes the earth,
Little people run for cover as the first droplets hit the ground.
Lighting strikes somewhere on a mountain top.
And smoke starts to rise.
The sound of the rain drops hitting my window,
is soothing to my ears.
The window looks like it's crying many tears at once.
The small drops slide and collide with each other
Just as my thoughts do with my pain.
Sitting beside the window I hold my wrists.
I fight this pain trying not to embed it on my skin.

I see an old man standing in the rain,
His clothes are soaking wet.
His eyes are looking up the sky,
Satisfaction seems to spread on his face.
That old man standing in the rain seems so serene and calm.
I wish I had that calmness in me.
And not the ringing in my ears as
The stinging spreads through out my wrists.

The violent rain seems to swallow the old man,
Yet he stands there smiling at the sky.
He turns his head toward me
His face filled with wrinkles shows the handsome man he once was.
As we make eye contact
He mouths the words goodbye.
He stares the smile on his lips becomes wider.
So I smile back even if my heart doesn't.

The old man standing in the rain
Falls to the ground and doesn't move.
The rain hits his peaceful face
And a sinking feeling invades my heart.
I panic.
Just as my window cries my tears also fall.
That man died alone with no one by his side.
And from a stranger's smile he let go of this life.
I lift my bleeding hand to the window
As if trying to soothe its crying.

A crowd gathers around the old man.
My tears continue to fall in rhythm with the rain.
No one cared when he was alive.
Now that he is dead everyone rushes to his side
Like blue flies swarming on rotting flesh.
No one cares.
No one mourns for him
Not even me.