raincheck
Maryam Alatmane
it’s almost comforting –
the droning rain
falling,
the world wrapped
in its lilting beat.
cold sinks into my veins
like a tap drips,
slowly
slowly;
it weighs my body
down
until
my bones are
clay.
they refuse
to be moulded.
constant pounding
drills through my ears;
its staccato is
the only music i know.
the sky is an ocean;
it collapses and
water pounds
with a vengeance,
hits the ground
roaring,
beckons me out
to the cold.
i tilt my head up,
feel wet pinpricks;
they are confetti
and a melody.
the rain
slams like timpani
as i dance;
the
beat
slows
and speeds up;
the rhythm of it drugs me.
i twirl again, dance
to its drumming
against the pavement;
i can make
my own sunshine.