The rain

For a little while, nothing would come
I just sat here waiting, staring
Outside, it stopped raining,
but inside me it's still pouring 
The cold, wet drops of salty fluid
Raindrops, hitting the cheeks of my soul
Or tears, streaming down 
The line of another fresh new scar
Another one you can't see
But one I can surely feel.

For once, even I don't know why myself,
I savour the comfort of silence
Accompanied by the soft, gentle humming 
And the stumbling of supporting players
Look at the wind blowing from every corner
Pushing it one way, pulling it another
What it is, is confused, distraught, lost
Wanting to do one thing, daring to do another
Able to accomplish none of what it wishes for
Confined to another barrier, called time
Prospects for tomorrow are looking down:
Forecast for this week: rain.