Suicidal Rain

Suicidal rain,
Dripping down in drops of pain,
Glistening drops,
Falling in big full plops,
Scarlet beads,
The scar bleeds,
Thunder clouds roll by,
My skin the pale and greying sky,
As life seeps out,
Leaving space for doubt,
Doubt in trust and love,
Shots fired bleed the dove,
And the deep life drops,
Hitting the checkered floor in splashing plops,
Suicidal rain,
Dripping away drops of pain. . . .