And the rain slides down the glass.
My life is clear in moments of clarity,
and then the memories
are lost
in a haze.
I am drifting once again,
and I cannot feel this road
beneath me.
And it is raining today,
tears falling down
so gently
from heaven to here,
and sometimes,
I feel so much.
And sometimes,
I feel nothing at all,
and I am drifting once again.
I would love to get lost
within sleep,
but sleep has not been
so kind.
And my mind
is a car driving too fast,
and I fear not able to brake.
And my life has found another wall.
Is there anything waiting
on the other side?
I am drifting again,
and as another day
slides into tomorrow,
I watch the rain
fall so quietly
outside my window.

Stains of Rain
by, Melissa R. Mendelson