For the Celestial Writing Contest
I feel the rain against my skin
Making it wet
But the rain isn't really rain at all
It is my own tears
Wetting my skin with the waves of a broken heart
Making my pain visible to the outside world
Everything I have been holding in
Starts flowing out like a flood
I am gasping for air
As I try not to drown
In this ocean of pain
Very soon the flood becomes a rain
And the rain becomes a trickle
For the rain is not really rain at all
But all the feelings I have been holding in for so long
