Rain
I closed my eyes and gave thanks.
At last the rain was falling
washing the dirt off my face
running down my cheeks
in tiny river beds
carved by my tears.
l imagined I looked like a painting
of a harlequin with a sad frown
Not much in thirteen years to make me smile.
Found a baby bird once, but he crushed it to death
cursed him under my breath
with words I hear him scream at me.
I won't think about him
Not yet
Inhaling the petrichor of moss roses
pummeled by rain-releasing their sweet perfume
reminds me of something l almost forgot
something to take the sting from the pain
not clear enough in memory for me to recall
Not yet Not yet
Hope it rains all day and long into the night
I need it to disguise my tears.
He hates it when I cry
it makes him hurt me more.
His thunder roars when he sees fear
his hand strikes me.
Behind the veil of darkness
in our hovel near the river
his storm will rain on me-when it gets dark.
The sun is weakening and soon it will set
but not yet
6/8/16
Copyright © Marti Sutherland | Year Posted 2016
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