Rain

Drip...
A raindrop falls from the clouds,
only to come crashing onto my cheek.
Another follows and soon a third,
announcing a very close leak.
Drip...
This drop is different,
it falls to the grass.
It was not born of the sky,
but of a broken lass.
Drip...
It's brethren follow,
escaping their safe homelands.
They run from their keeper,
but are silenced by hands.
Crack!
Somewhere so close, yet so far,
there's a soul that is aching.
It was left battered and torn,
caused by misunderstood hating.
Crack!
Behind it's crippled walls,
a virus attacks freely and strong.
No one knows of it's existance,
but it's been thrashing for so long.
Crack!
A little more, another slash will do...
This hopeless soul's battle is ending.
Just one more fall, maybe two,
and it's sanity will be fading.
Drip...
The rain is only but a mist,
clear and pure of all this hate.
Could this young lass begin again,
or is she too far to clean her slate?
Drip...
The downpour begins,
tugging away at her unbearable pain.
''maybe next time I'll protect my heart'',
she thinks as her tears mix with rain.