Rain (3)

(Written sometime in 2015 or 2016.)

you have forgotten what the rain feels like on your face
you have forgotten how to smile
you have forgotten how the angry, persistent droplets of water hit your chest
and drench you and soak you

the thoughts about the emotions stemming from the perceptions of a false reality
are obliterated
and all there is
is you in the rain

can you breathe?
can you remember how to breathe without pain?

can you feel your fingers move
without deliberate effort and aching will?

that, that, that is the you
that you lost without the rain.
that is the you in my brain's refrain.