Wailing Rain

It rained hard

And

She wailed harder.

The puddles pictured

What she was

Pressing hard

To forget.

The thunder roared

To remind her

How her voice

Used to sound

When she used

To talk to him.

Him, whom she

Had buried under

Her priorities list.

But he rose often,

Specifically each time

The dark clouds

Enveloped the sun.

And the sun,

Out of desolation

Poked out all

The love mist

Packed in the

Dirty looking clouds.