She Doesn't Mind the Rain

She says she doesn’t mind the rain,
It helps wash away the pain and sorrow,
She likes being out there reading,
Waiting to see the new tomorrow.
She loves the feeling of the downpour,
Watching the words fall off the page,
She says it gives her a happy solitude,
Away from all the madness and the rage.
And as the sentences fall into her dress,
She hurries to tries to read the next,
But the torrent is beating her to it,
So she laughs as she loses the text.
She says she doesn’t mind the rain,
As the words from her journal wash away,
Sitting in a park bench, in the dark drenched,
Letting go of the past, waiting for a new day.