As it’s pouring,
it knocks this sickening fear of death.
But what keeps me warm in my yearning …
is when I feel it in my every breath.
It drops like a broken woman’s tears.
When I hear it again knocking my deepest fear.
It’s no storm, but only rain.
And to be is never in vain.
And what do you say when it starts to cease?
It sometimes lies but never try to please.
It’s time to be wise.
It’s time to close my eyes.