Bereft ...

She watched the rain pour,
the clouds grey and gloom,
pouring away in a silent cry,
she loved watching it,
away from the world,
away from everyone,
she sat there holding her heart,
watching her mind's thoughts,
being painted away in those skies ...

She is lost,
she looks through the clouds,
finding the soul,
she once had,
she once loved ...

the rain poured away,
washing her heart away,
she walks out,
hoping to find the soul ...

she stands there amidst the crowd,
surrounded by sound,
crowded by familiar faces,
yet she was bereft from it all,
alone, hearing only the rain pour,
pouring away her heart's wishes, her heart's cries

and she stands there quiet,
closes her eyes,
lets the rain wash her away,
for nothing soothes her,
but only the grey gloom drops ...