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