NaPoWriMo Day 3: The rain still falls

So today the NaPoWriMo page suggested taking a prompt from this website
http://nateseubert.com/paint/pix_la/index.html
and number 1 spoke this to me.


The rain still falls


His thoughts are a cumulus
of things he could have been.
Scenes too beautiful for reality,
like the vanilla skies of childhood.

But rain drops turn his gaze
like the hands of dead men
forcing him to attest
his own underworld.

Raised on raped resources
with organs cast in concrete
that crumbles like ethics.
Rusted spine, ill fit for action.

Dear dupe of delusion
either look up once more,
and hide from those depths.
Daydream until the downpour.

Or part those talons
and act on your insight,
strive through suffering
to a structure that grounds you.