Rain

At times, when the salt of tears
burns my lips,
and the fear, the hate and self loathing,
entwine, to bring me down.
I pray for rain.

Rain, to envelop,
to hide the streaming
emotions, made physical.
Rain, to hammer home
the pointlessness of life,
and yet,
a deluge,
torrential, consuming,
a flood to engage,
to ignite
that sense of victory,
the glow of self worth
in knowing that
I can hide my despair,
from you,
in the rain.