Rain

How can you stand the yelling? The screaming? We take each drop as it falls. We take it in stride as the cold missels sting our skin. Each drop does not seem to touch us, until we are soaked, then it weighs on us and we just want to stop. Each ridicule, each attack, each accusation doesnt seem to hurt until we are soaked from all of it. We just want to come back in from the rain. We want to get inside and warm ourselves by the fire. Sometimes we want a break from the pain that scratches our skin until it scrapes it raw and we begin to bleed.

Inspired by a friend.