The Rains

It was a simple summer's day

when the rains came,

and oh did they come,

pouring, soaking, drowning us all

not in water

but in acid.

Me, I was trapped in the sinking mud

on that first fateful day.

The wind did not blow;

it screamed and tore at my face.

And not even the ground could hold me,

for I was much

     too

heavy.

Author's Note

All opinions are welcome! I wrote this during a spurt of random inspiration in like five minutes during language arts class.