Walking in the Rain

She found herself out in it
walking to who knows where
looking for a flower’s bloom
hoping to see it there

for so many years it rained
inside of her own mind
love pushed away, and locked
without a key to find

the rain of all the hidden hurt
fell like a thousand tiny drops
as each footstep puddle sounded
as if her heart would stop

each and every drop falls down
into a living well
in broken vessel empty now
rain will someday dwell

Another day, four in a row
the rain comes down