Raining

There's not enough stars in the sky

to count the blues away.

Not even the rain

could wash me today.

I forgot my words

and my breath wouldn't stay.

"All is lost."

I didn't want to say.

Over the hills

the storm front sits.

It waits with its water

and throws its fits.

The stars blot out

and I begin to cry.

Oh wait, that's the rain...

why do I try?

There's not enough rain in the clouds

to wash my heart clean,

no amount of water

can set me free.