soaking (poem)

All alone
a fool and his pride
standing in a drenching rain.
soaking through the fibers
drenching me.

the cold wetness runs,
down my face
like many tears
being shed at once.
it comes down hard.
pelting every inch of my body.

i need to come in from the rain
so i may be warm and dry again.
this seething storm soaks, so.
i feel so dank and cold inside.
my sould is wet........
..............and it is drowning.

Originally published in The Binnacle in 1996.