Downpour

The rain is always falling down so fast
as though we live so deep below, submerged
far underwater, never coming up
for air and seeing how blue sky can be.

We live beneath low roofs of cloud above,
our shoulders hunched and heavy heads bowed down
under the weight of far too many days
of life endured instead of living free.

We live with the cold knowledge that this life
will always still defeat our every move
no matter how we try to break away
into another brighter, better, world.