The Flood

Standing in the rain has become one of my favorite hobbies.
Half-naked, uncaring, bleeding from all four limbs, I stand.
The rain doesn't make it better,
but standing there, existing.
Existing when you wish you didn't?
Rain understands that.
Rain doesn't soothe but she comprehends.
My tears long to mimic her everlasting drizzle.
She doesn't listen but she hears.
She doesn't speak but she responds.
She can't hug me but she clothes me.
Not in any special fabric,
not strength,
not courage,
not recovery.
She just embraces:
fully, completely.

Scientifically, it is said that a "moment" lasts 1.5 minutes.
That being said, I ponder how many "moments" I've spent
half-naked, yet fully clothed,
alone, but still heard somehow,
alone... but embraced,

bleeding in the rain.

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