Soaked Burdens

Caught in the rain, a storm in my head,

clothes cling like regrets, heavy as lead.

Each step a reminder, the argument stings,

words fly like the water, and oh how it clings.

My heart wears the weight of the cold, soaked embrace,

drenching my thoughts in this familiar space.

Under the clouds, where colors blend gray,

every drop feels like sorrow that won’t wash away.