The Rain

She only cries in the rain.
She only ever cries
in the pouring rain,
salt water drowned in fresh.

Some wounds never heal,
some scars never fade.

Old wounds linger
always
But they can be ignored
a dull ache
life goes on.
She can laugh,
and smile,
and believe.

It's the scars that betray,
with startling swiftness and blinding pain
she recalls tastes,sounds, smells
Colours
oh the colours
technicolour childhood,
vibrant and pulsing
til the instant when it all went grey.

Time eases all pain
and few things now remain grey.
But the scars still wait
and she still only cries in the rain.