I sat on the floor.
Vulnerable.
The water rushed over me,
Washing away my sins for the day.
I curled over my knees and when the water hit my hair, it sounded like rain,
And for a moment.
I was at peace.
There were no thoughts of calories or weight,
There were no voices of hate, or pain,
Just me, my mind and the rain.
And as the rain echoed in my mind, I began to fly.
Far away from this town, this place, this hell.
And the only thing that stayed, was the rain.
But then A knock came from another world,
A knock came from the bathroom door,
and I remembered where I was.
And that the rain, was simply water from a crappy shower head.
And that the rain, was fake.
But was the feeling fake?
Had my mind tricked me into feeling okay?
I don't know,
All I know is that I miss the rains, that used to fall on cape cods beaches,
and that I miss the rains, that used to pour on I-40,
and I miss a time when things were easier,
A time where I didn't feel guilty about eating a goddamn grape,
A time where I wasn't so frightened about getting raped.
A time where my thoughts weren't centered around pain.
A time
When it rained
