The Rain The rain used to mean something, It was a sign from something bigger than us that The madness was over. Whether it was the end to a drought, Or promise against famine, The rain used to mean something. When I was a little kid I would sit at my window, I’d watch the thunderstorms until The madness was over. I had too many anxieties back then, I was bullied and hated and confused and scared and The rain used to mean something. It took a few years, And many, many therapists and changes Before that madness was over. Now I watch the rain from the window, While everyone is locked away for months. The rain used to mean something, But the madness isn’t over.
| Michael Malatesta 33 Magazine Spring 2021 FINAL.indd 33
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