Inspiration Weekly - Water

It

falls

slowly.

faster 

as the 

wind 

blows,

running 

down 

my face.

I wipe my 

eyes and 

smear the 

old, the new, 

and the cold 

tears blur my 

clouded vision,

 fraying my nerves, 

flailing against today, 

against the bottled energy 

that is my sidekick and constant 

companion in the pouring rain. It 

falls, silently in the rain, joining 

the pure rain, hidden in plain sight, 

from the eyes that do not see 

the desperation in my 

soul.