...and the rains kept falling,
though she prayed and prayed
for release, for something
different. Anything
but the endless drenching,
the soggy rags and musty
pillows she lay her head
upon, night after sleepless
night. Then one morning,
the painful piercing of her
eyelids whispered to her
that it was at an end. The day
had dawned, truly,
completely, through the clouds
that reluctantly dissipated.
As she reached heavenward,
her sponge-like fingers,
became transparent,
papery thin, and like
a dream, they dissolved
into dust.