Rain

September 14, 2009  
Filed under Creative Forum, Poetry

By Sarah Stephens

Rain

Rain droplets race down from the love endearing, dark sky. The walked on, and pushed down, grass craving the refreshment of peace; the hard dirt that never lets go is getting softer, softer, wetter and wetter. My cold feet press against the soft grass; they kiss into the wet soft dirt, trying to suck me back into its unchanging ways. My face greasy and moist, my hair sticky and clumpy. My eyes smeared with black under my eye journeying down my face looking for perfection but slowly getting further and further away. The trees all look the same, and they intensely sway back and forth as if they are trying to ease their way out of the ground. The wind blows. It blows harder and harder almost sweeping my dirty, sinful feet off the ground that wants to pull me back in. My heart is pounding out of my chest, and the sound echoes throughout my body as it pulses in my ears. Faster and faster everything passes me by in a flash like it doesn’t even matter; everything is gone, everything stops, everything is quiet, everything is still; I fall to the ground and I am alone.