The water pours down and drips over me.
It’s cold at first, but warms as I go numb.
The drops run over me then fall down,
carrying my thoughts with them,
reflections into my soul.
Gone so quickly as they merge
into the stream passing by my feet.
Sickness in my body
that causes a deep ache and malaise.
Washed away with the other thoughts.
Death, so close at hand and near to me.
She is also covered by the rain.
I met her once,
but my husband loved her very much
and longer then he’s loved me.
Deep wounds bleed and are also cleansed.
The water runs red,
but then clears again.
We can only bleed so long…
after all, nothing lasts forever, even the pain.
For now, I welcome the rain…