Journey In The Rain

I wrote this forever ago. Still stands true though.

I always do my best thinking in the shower

Its where I like to cry

It’s the most amazing feeling to be under the water

There’s nothing to deny

It’s the closet thing to rain when there’s no chance of it raining

Like every drop of water leaves a clear mark where your soul used to be staining

No clothes. No nothing, you’re literally and consciously naked

All the things that were bugging you just seem so less complicated

Just you, and the water no judging and no voices talking

Close my eyes; and in the rain, I’m on the road, just walking

Sometimes I just get tired of standing and then I just sit down

Curl up in my safe-hugging ball, let the water fall all around

On my head, and down my face, I don’t understand how its still so easy to breathe

Sitting in the middle of my road, in the rain, think I want to stay and never leave

Open my eyes and realize im in my perfect, white clean shower

Pretend I’m not where I am, then say I’ll stay just one more hour

Lift my head and let the water hit me in this broken face

Hoping it will find my gaps, and then start to replace.

Used to think you couldn’t tell I was crying because of the water drops

Then realized that my eyes were red, and that water keeps coming, even when the shower stops

Hold my face in the rough forgiving towel, like it knows my sadness, and its meaning starts to gain

Like it knows what I just went through,

My journey in the rain.