Under the Pouring Rain

Under the pouring rain, I no longer have thoughts of you Or of your lingering presence And your condemning silence. To live another day without you Feels easier as I stand drenched. Under the pouring rain, I could look back at history And not feel the wrenching pain in my chest Or the knot in my throat. I could think of you with tenderness And not of the hurtful things you've done. Under the pouring rain, I am no longer homesick for your arms Or for my name to be called out again. I could feel relieved to have freed from memories of you, To have forgotten your voice And your smile that once meant the world.