It Rains Poem by Sierra Horton

It rains.
The clouds leak their salty tears
Onto the unsuspecting people down below.
The rain drops drip onto
Heads, cars, hearts.
They drip down the sky like
Tears fall down a cheek,
Slowly, painfully, sometimes harshly.
How fitting it is that it rains today.
The weather must sense
The storm in my chest,
The rolling thunder of my mind,
The lightning crashes that come from my lips.
I want to stand in the middle of it all
And face the sky myself.
Let the clouds know that I understand.
I know.
I want to embrace the raindrops
And teardrops
And let them combine into
Something beautiful.
A beautiful sadness.
The wind picks up and rushes past trees,
Sending leaves soaring through the air,
Landing on the ground.
It howls at the day, at the streets,
At the umbrellas that are protecting
The hands that hold them tightly,
The faces that they are hiding.
I stand in the downpour
And howl with it.
I howl until it lifts me up
And flies me away.
The storm in my chest rushes out
And becomes one with the sky.
The tears on my face
Join the tears of the clouds,
My body evaporates.
It rains and
I rain
With it.