Young Writers Society

Sometimes when the rain falls

You can see yourself in it

Oh of course you’ll first look for a shelter

Look for a hole in the clouds where the sun fits

Look for a crowd to dissolve in together

Tear yourself from the water.

But only once behind the safe screen of your window,

Will you look at the water, running down the face of the sky

Silently, quietly, stardust reaching for the ground

Hovering in puddles, waiting seconds as in a whisper, a sigh

Before splattering against the hardened ground.

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But you’ll only look at the tears above,

Not much caring about the rivers running below your feet

Hissing in sewers, thousands of meters below

Where both rain and darkness meet.

Sometimes when the rain falls

You feel everything you’ve kept below rise

You feel what you never dare felt

Because once long ago, you thought it’d be your demise.

And still you only look at the sky above,

Have you even heard the splatter, the shattering, the broken sound of crashing tears ?

As they splattered against stone, far below their home in the sky

Have you ever heard them whispering, hissing, screaming, all their now awakened fears ?

As they feel the world slowly, oh so slowly, drift by.

Then they’d rush across the ground, caught in a stream of thousands of broken tears

Tears that were never wept,

Tears of a heart that once had nothing to fear

And they’d run and run and run across the ground,

And this time in the slow rising of all their broken sounds

Hoping to be heard, hoping to be understood

Then they’d fall into the sewers, a dive into darkness

And below our feet they’d keep hoping we’ll hear their screams in the silence.

Then they feel themselves be sucked away

And against the darkness as it slowly pieces them apart, they fight

But the darkness dissolves their fight in the pits of the night

Until nothing is left.

And they keep hoping and hoping for a spark,

That someone might put the broken pieces together

And they cling on that hope, and hold on fast

For it is all that is keeping them alive.

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But your eyes are still turned to the tears running down the face of the sky

And in a shiver you turn to the fireplace and bury your new feelings below ash

Turning away from the rain and it’s bleeding, open gash

Eyes still turned to the sky