The Rain Poem by Mark Ruiz

I stood still as the rain came down on me.
The cold I let not wrong me for I see.
My own darkness in my eyes.
Let the cold bite atatck me all day.
The rain amplifies my voice, amplifies my pain.
I became so numb, but from what?
The rain or myself.
As the rain pours it floods and I'm drowning.
Deeper and deeper I fall, struggling.
I let go as I focused on reality then.
The hail hit me, untangling me from this web.
The rain though cloudy, wet and cold
Never lasts forever, or so I'm told.
I stood still as the rain came down on me.
The cold I let not wrong me for now I see.
It only bit to wake me from my sleep.