Walking in the rain

The grey clouds and I shared a pain 

With my head hanging low 

Not letting sadness show 

As I hesitate to take another step 

I stop realizing there’s no need to run 

I turn around to see my sister 

She frowned in deep concern 

My mother was mad when we came home 

Not looking her in the eyes, letting my eyes roam 

I was going to take a shower 

Then I heard my sister holler 

Ordinary sister things 

We bickered for an hour on who would bathe first 

As tears within me were about to burst 

Silence grew thick

Unprepared for what my sister asked 

With no question, she knew 

The rain and I both had the blue