Rain Down On Me

Raining everywhere.

All the pain,

All the losses in life

Fall into my lap

And I need an umbrella

To protect me from the rain,

It's a thunderstorm of darkness

A thunderstorm of hurt

And all I can do is watch

The rain fall down on me

I run and hide

So I won't get wet,

I try to hide from the truth

But it always ends up 

Finding me

So I sit in this spot

And hope the storm

Is over soon

As I watch it all

Rain down on me

Author's Note

I needed to write this.

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

The truth is that you get wetter running in the rain instead of walking and here as a metaphor I feel running from the problem and the pain only makes it worse, better to walk away head held high and let it wash over you, for in the pausing can we claim something of ourselves back realising we are beaten but not broken, tomorrow is another day and without them we are still us. Keep em' coming

[Bridgette's Ink]

This is beautiful, it seems everyone is like this at some point in their life. Thanks for the review.

[Tina Kline]

Life can be overwhelming just like a rainstorm and there just seems no way to get out of it but to let it pass. A very well done write I can relate to!

[A-Lovely-Anxiety]

Metaphors. Great use of them. Keep writing :]

[alexlessah]

Amazing write you have done here.

[Libby]

Brings a new meaning to 'singing in the rain'. But seriously, it's beautifully tragic and very true.

[Pebbles]

throw your umbrella to one side , stand and stretch your hands to each side of you and fling your head back .... let the rain flow over you taking with it all the hurt and pain that has ever been ... then reach out and touch the future only you can build ..... and then smile :)

[J.]

To be honest, the poem sounds honest, but it does seem upside down. The format seems upside down. It might work better with the wide end on the bottom like real raindrops.

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Such a wonderful and powerful write.
I really enjoyed this write.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. I like the feel and desire in this poem. Life can overtake us. We need space to be free and find time to think. It moved almost like music. A excellent poem.
Coyote