02/05/2010

The Rain

In the rain. She stands.
Her head tilted towards the sky.
Counting the glittering teardrops.
With closed eyelids.
Happily mourning.
Whispering in a foreign tongue.
Hoping she cannot be understood.
Spilling her secrets. Willingly.

The smouldering sun will soon dissolve her weaknesses.
With sharp rays of salvation.