Rain

Rain is hope.
Rain is healing.
Rain is lost.
Rain is failing.
Rain is falling.
Rain is wet.
I don't want to leave you.
Not now, not yet.
Rain is heavy, suffocating.
Why this feeling of misery
every time it's raining?
Rain is good... for the land.
But not for me.
My upturned hands
catch the rain.... the falling drops.
I stand here, still...
until it stops.
The rain slows
and the rainbow
appears.
But who can tell what's on my face?
Is it rain?
Or tears?