Precipitation

I wondered lonely as a cloud,
I drifted through the living room, cool,
precipitated.
Hovering gently, I slowly collected all the thoughts, gathered them close to me, all the lies and the hate, that condensed in the living room; they became me.
You became lighter, leaner, brighter.
I became heavier, fatter, darker.
I could not release it, i drifted through life, a metaphor, a passing rain cloud. The weight of your world on my shoulders, I began to sink.
Deeper and deeper I sank, until I hit the mountain of my own admission... of my own creation.
And I became a fountain of your aggression.
And then I rained. For 4 months I rained, I flooded a hospital with your words and your lies and your hate. I thundered and lightninged my curse away.
I learned to live with it.