The Rain

The rain beat herself against the ground in a useless, senseless
pattern.
Already saturated, he rejected her,
and she stood in silent, agitated pools
waiting
for someone malicious
or playful
to step on her.

She was surprised how close she could get,
lying there she could feel the cool of the earth melting into her body
and yet her self-offering was as good as ignored.

She had not known what would be too much,
had not sensed when she had gone too far,
and now it was too late.

In time, the sun would warm her body,
and she would collect herself together again,
and disappear,

It wouldn’t last long.
In her own reflections she could already see the storm clouds
beginning to form.