Rain

Stepped outside
into the rain,
Prepared to erupt
with so much pain.

Why must I be
sorrows keeper?
It’s like a dagger,
that’s pushed in deeper.

Outside, inside,
it became all dark.
The rain poured down,
it was my spark.

I cried with anger,
and growing fury,
I wanted justice,
not a jury.

Even if they dared,
to look inside,
They’d all just scatter,
like cowards hide.

The rain flooded my
body clean.
Where are these pastures?
they all call green?

The storm was unfolding,
because I cried,
My emotions temporarily,
did subside.

But what shall happen,

if there’s no rain tomorrow?
Will I feel
the same deep sorrow?