the rain is a conversation i have at night with no one

i have a bad taste in my mouth
that begins in the morning
when i awake from another nightmare

the nightmare is  real
chaos and violence
not wanting to leave the house
government lies
death and more death

and all the people
so many people
pretending
that making the same mistake
again and again
will have different outcomes

it is raining 
the rain is a conversation
i have at night
with no one

a desperation
that only exists
in the familiar sounds of nature

i keep drifting to the past
i am a child in dirty sneakers
sitting on a grassy hillside
i hold stones in my hand
make wishes as the 
wind blows

only some of them will
come true
none of them will feel
as good as this moment

when i am alone
in the cold thinking
of all the different futures
that can be