Unwanted Visitor

The jagged night was torn away.
We awoke, and there was rain.
Calm the storm, forgotten pain.
The night was long, but it did end.

Child of mine, with innocence spoke,
     “last night it rained”. And this I knew.
Discerned reply, to him I breathed,
“Yes, you are right. It did rain (in the night).

     And when it rains it pours”.
The truth be told,
     And when it rains, it pours.
And then came more.

     And my thoughts were of rain.
Thunder and floods.
Drowning.
     And Gratitude,

     I’ve been here before.
I’ve weathered the storm.
     I’m not afraid, just tired and worn.
     The path adorned, with flower and thorn.

Why, Unwanted, must you come?
Why do you plague with affliction and tears?
Where are my children you stole in the night?
     Who are these beasts of torment and fright?

The smell of retch, of vile, of sick.
Stench of your wake follows your step.
Your wretched filth, not welcome here.
You hate, you’re cruel. Why don’t you care?

I cannot fight. I cannot win.
My tears don’t scathe, the fight won’t end.
That you exist, I despise.
I have no sway, I realize.

I’ve had enough, you cannot stay.
Despair, it drowns,
     But not today.
You cannot stay another day.

Take your rain, and go away!
Take the pain, the stink, the foul. Take it all, and go away
     Far away, you hear me say
     do not come another day.