Rain is wrung out of a sodden blanket of grey clouds.
The river rises.
From up here, it looks like brown sludge, oozing downstream. Standing on the edge, the long drop makes me feel insignificant. Makes me feel free.
A thunderous symphony of churning water fills the emptiness in my heart and drowns the thoughts in my head.
Getting soaked, and refreshed by the strong, cool wind, I still stand there, waiting. Always waiting.
For you?
For what?
A glow from the south breaks through the grey clouds and lights up each drop, like falling diamonds.
I wait.
For me.