Downpour

Downpour Aliya Cross

Darkness, shadows dancing, light prancing,

the only source of light the flickering glare blinding me.

The roar of the rain,

deafening the relentless ringing in my ears.

A clean crisp smell calming me

and a reminder that even on the bad days there’s something good.

Indecision and irritation in the back of my throat, about to dribble out as a low moan.

Sopping hair and soaking clothes cling to my shivering body as I stand, the downpour matching my mood.

All my worries ebbing away

as the rain washes away the pain.