Rain

What am I going to say? I cannot form a syllable, the words cannot escape my mouth. I try to release them, but the pressure is keeping my jaw held shut, clamped closed. I can't handle the weight slowly pressing me into the ground, the earth flattened under my form. I push further and further, picking up sound waves bending my wavelength spreading me further until I can no longer be seen with the naked eye. Clothing and exterior belongings rip to shreds as they stretch. I'm left in my purest form, fitter and healthier now that I'm not solid. Stampeding hoards of lost souls pour down from the sky onto me, but I'm so thin they slip right through and into the underground. Subway cars take them where they want to go. I am left upon the surface as a layer between a plateau and two mountains. Spirits caught between rocks flail in the wind and try to signal to me, but my senses are broken up between too many places at once. They lose their faith and turn to dust and slowly fall onto me and the earth below. My minds eye wanders, it searches over plains and into valleys, beneath lakes and in tunnels. Mazes and wormholes, deep and black with no end. Bottomless pitfalls covered in the bodies of lost men, little specs amongst a sea of no light. It could be hell but without air or water or any elements it is difficult to determine existence. My minds eye keeps falling and never returns, the seas fall across the land and it rains for ten thousand split seconds and I'm completely soaked.