A letter lost

This envelope is empty,
the words gone
like a windblown leaf.
It shouldn't matter,
just words you know,
but now the words are gone.

It's going to rain tonight.
A lot of rain.
Tornadoes,
flash floods,
trees down,
torrents of rain.

I can barely wait.
I don't cry.
I won't.
But in the rain,
when I go scream yet again,
who will really know?