So silent, so still, she sits and waits.
Getting drenched from the rain
Should be the least of her worries,
From this head-aching pain.
Her eyes mindlessly watch the rain,
Each raindrop falling in slow motion.
Each one having a distinct pattern,
Falling, colliding, each with a new notion.
So pure, so fresh and cleansing,
Can the rain wash all my sins away?
Soaking through her wrinkled clothes,
The grime on her skin fades on this day.
The sun rays poking through the clouds,
Creates a rainbow so delicate and sweet.
Its tranquility bleeds down with the rain,
So innocent and serene, it makes her weep.
The myriad colors blend together,
So untouchable, it leads to one place.
Cascading colors slice right through her,
Leading to her with a sweet surrendering face.
The pain she felt soaks right through her,
Dripping off each slow moving raindrop.
Feeling revived with the last tainted drip,
The slowing rain soaks through her and stops.
