Rain..
pure, gentle, pelting, 
cascading from the sky
covering the earth with rebirth..
cleansing the hurt 
drowning out pain 
my heart gains insight 
yet scars remain
cut so deep 
diseased with change..

made you a habit 
so it began
a particular quality 
hard to win..
an involuntary addiction
I end where you begin..

incurable malady -
there is no win
uproot our hearts 
and wash them clean..
catch my disease 
before we cease..