I need it to rain today. The sun is way too harsh, and I'm dehydrated. I need the roaring sound of a force greater than this heat, I'm parched. I'm afraid, I may not survive this drought. It's getting hotter, I feel my heart disintegrate into a million broken pieces, left out to melt under the unforgiving sun.
I need it to rain today, I need these tears to be washed away, and not dried up in the heat, the heat steals even my pain. I feel neither good nor bad, I really need the rain.
And I've never loved the cold, nor the wind, not the water, I never learned to swim. Now, I long for it. To hear the sounds of the pelts hit my roof, anything other than these voices saying I can't do it– anything but the silence.
I'm passed out on the scorching ground, vulnerable to the blazing heat, and I feel my blood boiling, I feel my lungs breaking– I've reached my limit. So, I need it to rain; hard. Harder than ever before, filling me through all these unseen cracks.
And if it were any other day, if I hadn't been tossed around and crushed, beaten beyond repair, perhaps I could endure just a little bit longer. But I'm hurt, and empty, and I have nothing left to give.
So just for today, I need it to rain.
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14 Days of Nature #ProjectNigeria
RandomWe bring to you fourteen days of non-stop writing and updates starting from 15th of March, 2019. You can go as wild as you want with poems, short prose pieces and non-fiction pieces based on the day's word prompt.