day 218: here comes the rain, do do-do-do, here comes the rain, and i say...

darkness black

stretches out
white flecks and streaks
mar the midnight
soft fluff covers it
rising higher and taller
but erupting with lightning
bring on

the storm.

day two hundred four: rain.

"when it rains, it pours"

when water levels rise

i forget how to be calm

when i've accepted the panic

i simply sink

when it rains, i drown

day one hundred sixty: i just listen.

to the rain

beating down my door

flooding into the open holes

in my mind

taking over my senses

wet, cold, shivering

i simply listen to the words

drowned out by the moisture

between my ears

my brain is flooded with your ideas

some would call my brain clean;

washed;

it's new

hope you're happy

i hope you're happy too

because now

all i can do

is mimic you

or drown trying to escape

the things you've made me think.