Random people sometimes catch a glance at her burn.
Way to make her even more self conscious. Grace
Doesn’t like to talk about it. The picture
Still hangs on her wall of the old house and the dogs.
She plays that night over in her head… if only there had been rain
That night. She imagines a tall building for her to jump

Off of. Her mom would say something like jump
For joy, sweetie, you made it! But she didn’t watch her childhood home burn
With the all of her memories. Rain
Can wash away the flames but, nothing that happened to Grace
Could be so easily tamed. Not the dogs
Who have done so much more damage in her life (her dad). The picture

Hangs on her wall of her father. That minor league pitcher
Left her life 5 years ago. If he were to try and jump
Back into her life, her dogs
Would stop the bastard. The only upside from her burning
home was the demolishment of that constant reminder of her father. The grace
In her life slowly sprinkled back in like rain.

Less frequently now did tears rain
Down her swollen cheeks. Picture
This; you have an amazing life, bedroom, and tons of photographs. Why did the grace
Leave her life and fire ruin it. If only she could jump
On the bunk beds again with her little sister. Sun burn
And too much ketchup on their hotdogs

Was all that mattered back then. Now boys are dogs
And she doesn’t have a sister or dad to help her. The rainy
Season had gone on for far too long. A burning
Passion to live her best life died with her baby sister. Now the picture
Was all she had and she has a burning desire to jump.
Thank God for her mom to say “I love you Grace.”

“Sorry for wanting to jump, the emotional pain hurts more than the burn.” 
Sometimes the dogs bark at her dad’s face in that picture,
They forget that now they are graced, by that cool rain.