Private Rainstorm Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

I lift my face to the graying sky
feeling drops of rain slide over my eyes
they mix with tears
in my own private rainstorm
instead of washing the loneliness from my body
they fill crevasses, empty for too long
wrapping themselves around my skin
its slickness reminds me of moments filled with passion
the sweat from giving and taking
while making love with you
drawn further into my thoughts
I can’t breathe with this heaviness in the air
and it becomes even harder to swallow
this distance between us.