The air is thick, tightening around my lungs,
Ears are filled with distant thunder, awaiting the soft embrace of raindrops,
to curl around my body, to smolder my bony outlines,
Skin irrigated with sky water, thoughts begin to drift through small droplets,
trying to escape from the rusty chains of suffocating smell.
Yes, the smell of rain... Is rain meant to wash the grief away and soothe them?
Or to pierce through the tender sorrow of their insides and fill them up with heaviness?
Searching for answers in the sensation of rain,
I feel it up, I let it sink in, remaining dry...