The sky breaks open just for me,
A cloud that follows silently.
While strangers laugh in sunlit grace,
I drown beneath a sweet disgrace.

Their shoes stay dry, their faces glow,
While I’m in a forecast of sleet and snow.
Rivers run down my cheeks,
A storm too tender, soft, and weak.

I’m dancing slow in this old dress of mine,
While they sip on dreams as smooth as red wine.
A wispy sigh, a constant flow of fears:
No one sees the thunder here.

Umbrellas lift in hands not mine,
So chilled, I feel the ache every time.
This rainfall is stitched into my skin,
A war I lost, a hell I’m in.

While they stay dry and look away,
I’ll glisten here in dark disarray
So let it pour, I’ll play the part,
A walking storm with a well meaning heart.