the rains

and the rains
have come
again
after surreal
cerulean
uniform gray
the day dies
as the sky
cries frigid dismay.

and the rains
have come
again
a day spent
driving in a
self made fog
lost in her
instead of lost
in my own defeat.

and the rains
have come
again
a steady shower
unable to
cleanse the filth
from a world
of dirty secrets
and sultry lies.

and the rains
have come
again
to soak through
misapprehensions
gently freezing
over wounds
weeping poisoned
blood to etch the ground.

and still
the rains
have come
yet i sit
unfazed by
the world
outside.

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