Rain of Healing Time

What if there was rain? rain that carried time. bombarded us with drops of eternity. making us age. our hair turn white. the leaves wither. the grass burn and die. the buildings mossy and unattended. the swings rusty. the children who play in the rain, lose their innocence. the rocks weathered. battering drops dig pits into the cement. the world turns old,cold,grey. As I watch it from the confines of my bedroom window. guilty of escaping the rain that washes away our pain. the rain of healing time. maybe I should catch a drop and see my palm swiftly wrinkle. There is no respite from this rain. all that survives is my inner child. within a shell of a pilgrim making his way towards the final truth. trying to find the end of time. sipping the slow poison that is this rain.