Like the Rain

As the water falls like water falls

Down on the dirt that is I

It softens the earth and melts the clay

Slowly I go down the drain

Like the rain

Like the sane

As it falls it covers the tiles on the shower floor

And forms its own little ocean

And little it may be, but has no less of the might 

Or the strong will, or the raging power in every wave

And plenty of power there is

Until the water goes down the drain

Like the rain

Like the sane

And the ocean separates

And turns into small streams

Soon, even the streams vanish

What is left are cold tiles

Once covered under a floating roof

Once sheltered, once veiled
From the rain

From the sane

They are nothing but cold tiles

That no one dares to touch

For they will freeze your spine

The cannot demand love or shelter

They cannot fall and dripple and touch

Like the rain

Like the sane

Through the rain, through the sane

I got lost in the fog

I forgot myself and all that is I

I didn't notice that my dirt and earth and clay

Had vanished down the drain

Not even dust I became

I just vanished

Like the rain

Like the sane

Reviews

[annalysiar]

This is amazing. I love the format and the repetition.
Great write