Literature
Rippling Puddles
I watch the rain fall,
In the thunder and lightning.
Raining so hard,
I don't think it will ever stop.
Just like my heart,
Bleeding so hard.
No crashing anger,
Or quick flashes of reprieve.
Just sadness, lonliness...
Despair.
I am alone in this storm,
And alone in my world.
The rain has stopped now,
But I still see it falling in the puddle.
I look at the reflection of the single cloud
That it's falling from,
But the puddle's rippling.
So I crouch down,
To see it more clearly.
Then I realise.
It's not a cloud.
It's me.