The hole in the roof

There is a hole in the roof
I can see the drips that have splattered on blue plastic
I can see the hole that the rain forced up like a corkscrew
Pressure built until the audible sound of rupture
Rang in my ears
The sound of the water falling is everywhere
I can hear it on the top of the garbage
it slides off of the metal exterior and down the sides to the ground
Until a puddle has formed around it
Sinking slowly into the dirt
I can relate
being surrounded by water
drowning alone
I know how the dirt feels
on the soles of my bare feet
How moist the dirt is around my toes and how the cold water feels
that is up around my sides now
It won't be long until it topples over me and I'll be gone