Rushing to Who Knows Where

It has been raining for more days than I can count
Frigid droplets find their way into every crack and crevice
Despite hood and umbrella, my face becomes soaked
Numbing my cheeks and nose
False tears from a phantom cry fest

Showers pound my windows
beaded droplets following an invisible maze
down and down
The world outside obscure
warped and muted

The ground is full
the yard spotted with newborn puddles
Downspouts become waterfalls
and the street, a river
water rushing to who knows where

This torrent permeates my skin
I am filled with an unquenchable thirst
I weep easily
I am cold and cannot get warm
I dreamed of a storm at sea

When will the water stop?
I wonder if this is the wrong question
I step outside with bare feet
I send a tiny leaf down the gutter
I watch as it bravely floats away
rushing to who knows where