i only
feel the coldness. . .
what i always found refreshing
now only chills
me to the bone
the wind that
used to lull
me to sleep
are now howls
that haunt me
keep me up all night
scare me. . .

the tempest that
i used to love watching
as it displays
its majesty, power
an air of
unrestrained freedom
i now view as
reckless, untamed
it only causes havoc
it destroys everything
on its path

the tiny droplets
trickling, ever so swiftly,
i used to catch
them in my hand
now it runs
on my face
devoid of any emotion
i do not even know
where my tears
meet the mist
i only taste
their bitterness
each little bead

pricks me

anywhere they fall

i thought i should

be numb by now

what used to soothe me,

what i used to welcome

i now almost hate

i run for cover

but i'm already drenched

i'd rather be
flown inches from
the scorching sun, burned

than see the rain
as it laughs at me,
as if mocking my agony. . .