Rain

when I wake up every morning, I hear rain. 
90% of the time it is only raining inside of my head. 
the rain spills out of my eyes and flows down my cheeks, 
making me wish I had an umbrella or some shelter,
but you cannot hide from yourself. 
I fear that one day it will rain so much that I will drown within myself.
when you search for me, all you will see are puddles where I once stood.