This day is as gray as my eyes

With storm clouds as thick as my hair

I kneel by the edge of the pier

And wait for the rain to begin

Pouring,

Washing me out of this morning

/

A raindrop precedes a downpour

A movement – a numbness, a death

I’m certain there aren’t many steps

Left for my bare feet to climb

Till life starts pouring

Out my heart, ever hopeful and burning

/

Wild vertical sea tumbles down

And colours air ashen and cold;

I’m sorry I’ve never been told

One could drown on dry land

If it’s pouring like today –

In a rain on a tropical morning