and then the rain falls

And then again she looks up at the sky and watches the rain fall, feel its cool drops running down her cheeks, staining her shirt. She’s standing in a puddle; ankle-deep; all alone. And then again she starts to cry, and the rain masks her pain from the world. She’s a nobody in a world that cries for somebody, a girl with no beauty or love, and then again she wraps her arms around herself and lowers herself to the ground, soaked to the bone, now.

And then again she wraps her arms around her knees and hugs herself, the rain soaking her back and making it cling to her body like paper, revealing every crease and turn of her skin. She had heard somewhere that a lonely girl hugs her knees. Again she screams, again she cries, and again, she looks up at the sky and watches the rain fall.

And then again she realizes that rain is the only reality in her world anymore.

And then again she knows that the rain is like a comforting sheet. You will cry, but no one can tell.

The rain falls. And again it hides her face in a liquid mask that fools an uncaring world.

The rain falls, and then again she closes her eyes and wishes for Death, because Death is eternal, and nothing else is anymore.