Samur

With no sail I have no choice but drift.
Approaching clouds carry me this gift.
Sun dried and tattered.
Each inch of me hurts.
Surrounded by water.
But still dying of thirst.
Because I won't give in to drinking the sea.
The ale of defeat. The true death of me.
Letting my shield down.
Preparing for the storm.
Staring up as the rain begins to take form.
I close my eyes and open my mouth.
Fill up my soul. My life is this drought.
Drop by drop it leaks. This is all I want.
But only a few fall.
While the clouds still haunt.
Draping like a halo, A crown of upsets.
Is this a sign I'm not ready for it yet?
Rain down on me.
Waiting for the darkened skies above.
Rain down on me.
Waiting for the skies I thought I loved.
Rain down on me.
I don't know what I want