Tonight's monsoon

It rained all night.

The leaking from your eyes kind,

the pounding kind.

The kind that makes you fight.  

Unlike a clean rain that clears the air, unlike a fog of mist that quenches thirst,

a long rains wears you down and wears you out and saturates the ground

until it’s done absorbing, done understanding, and can’t help but flood out.

When it rains this much, it's hard to concentrate.

It feels like the world might drown,

that there's no room for breath,

that you can't escape the room.

What, under normal circumstances, can be lightened,

takes its heaviest form and falls uncontrollably,

a torrent of insults,

tit for tat

pitter patter and just like that,

the storm strengthens.

The bile rises in your throat and breaches your lips before you can think,

before it makes sense to say

before it leaves a mark.

You spit like a cornered snake and all you can think

is that

it must stop raining,

it has to stop raining,

this leak needs plugging

Or, the soggy mess left behind will stagnate and mold,

you will rot from the inside out and

the damage will be done.

When it rains all night it’s best to cover up

take cover under covers

hide out in small places

find rooms with no windows

until it’s safe to come out.