Laying here listening to the rain. Imagining that it will wash away the pain. Like a little folded paper boat. Fragile in water, but still able to float. Whisked away by a raging stream. Soon to be off to better things.
-- It is amazing what flows out of our minds when we have one moment of clarity. This poem was inspired by the sound of rain as I was trying to drift off to sleep. Alone and in the dark.