Rain Come 'A Crashing.

how soothing,

how comforting

it would be

for a cool 

rain 

to come crashing

down

on this hot-headed

roof. 

words screamed

in anger

and frustration,
like steam
from a copper
kettle on
my grandmother's
stove top,

rise up 

through the vents

and escape

through the attic.

some phrases

are trapped

beneath sofas,

under tables,

or stuck

between

polyester 

sweaters

in our

closets.

It's grown

too warm to 

fall into a 

restful slumber.

I toss and turn

in this

sweltering

furnace

of a bedroom.

my body,

attempting to

extinguish

the flames,

has begun to

seep. 

Water cascades

down ivory

cheeks.

how soothing,

how comforting

it would be

for a cool

rain

to come crashing

down.

Christina Sawyer (c) 2012