rain

i wait for the rain. it drowns out the answers i don't want to hear that keep echoing in my brain. the glow from the clouds drains me, cleanses me, and fills me back up. the drops come down clearing the playing field. everything is revealed in its purest form. its most vulnerable form. my tears fill in the song of the raindrops to complete the melody of my soul. my thoughts are clear but irrational. no limitations while the song plays on. no fear of judgment because the music blocks out the author's identity. if they knew it was me they would ask questions i do not have the answers to.