Regen

Alone, as blackness creeps through the sky.
Staring at the gaze of the greeny woods 
Sitting at the end of a slippery cliff,
With wet moss and ferns, she could leap.

All of it felt awful, even her thoughts. 
A scent of decay and dirt on her skin
That would never go away, haunting
Gentle hands were coarse and rough. 

Broken nails with earthy stains and trembling 
Being skeptical of her worth and existence 
As if they had no control, salty rivulets crossed cheeks.
Hiding herself out in the dark, but

Lightning intended to expose her to the world,
Thunder urged her to dive from the edge.
Looked up as raindrops fell on her cheeks.
Time lapsed, and droplets became furious. 

Hitting her hard, but she felt no pain.
Believing it would dust into her nature.
Instead, it danced on solace skin.
Raindrops, soft as downy quills,

Soothing her heart's bruises clean
Caressed her brow, her cheeks, her eyes.
Melting sorrow and sweeping her chaos
Hair, once tangled, seems gentle and smooth.

The cold stream rinsed the ugliness away.
Her soul was refreshed, shedding her fear.
Cleared skies, clouds parting away, 
Heavens stretched, serene, and vast,

Staring at the gaze of the greeny woods 
Smiling at the end of a slippery cliff,
With wet moss and ferns at her feet,
Feeling whole, she held the world close.