Rain Bath

Drizzle drips like a persistent faucet
and the tears slide unchecked from my eyes.
The grayness of the day penetrates deep
to mix with the ugliness that is me.

I walk aimlessly, heavily with weight
pressing me slower. I have no real
destination; I just want to be away
from all that echoes my name.

Finally, too tired and worn to care,
I lay in wet grass and let the rain
course over me until I no longer feel
the dryness of my laughter.

Instead, a bone-chilling coldness
seeps through my body. I rise
and, with creaking bones, slog
my way wearily and deliberately home.