an ending stream

It's raining out,
sporadic bursts of sadness
accumulate on the shoulders of her coat.

rain pours
and slides off her black umbrella.

Today
I am in the hospital.

she cries on the bus
while watching the raindrops
inch downwards on the window,
they get heavier
as it rains.

she hasn't done enough,
not nearly enough.
It is too soon-

But the rain goes on for days.