Cold Rain

Cold rain Relentlessly pounding Reaching deep To my very core Leaving that dark, hard Lifeless chill That stays My hands are crippled The fingers red and withered Too painful to move My feet, though covered Are white and wrinkled The color bleached away And though it cannot breach My skull – it permeates My mind With malice dampening Any lingering thought of cheer Or hope And dimming Any tiny light A towel will not Dry the mind And only fire will Light the dark