Empty cup

I’ve been waiting for this rain, 

so I too could weep

This storm brewing; 

it’s at my throat.

I want to scream, 

with every echo of thunder 

I’m just going to

let the storm take me.

The cold wind has a bite,

And I have tears to dry.

Tonight my heart is heavy, 

but my soul is light.

My memories are like lightning, 

lighting up the night.

I am a little all over the place, 

that is very clear

I’m going to wait until this rain 

stops whispering in my ear. 

I’ll let the rain wash away 

this foolish notion of love.

My cup is empty 

this rain is a gift from above.