Overcast

Like an overwatered plant,
I am saturated to the brim.
The water does not stop coming
like the edge of a hurricane,
the rain is pouring into me,
and I feel soon I will drown.

Water splatters the windows now,
and I wish for shelter inside.
Then maybe a thing like this could be beautiful
instead of destructive,
but I fear that the warmth of dry carpet
and slight hum of a heating unit is something I will never hear.

5/1/2018