You guys suggest me the title for this poem.

Everything I held dearly was lost to the rain

I clenched it with everything I had in me,

yet it seeped away from my trembling hands,

as if my touch itself repulsed it.

The wind felt like a gnawing caress against my aching skin,

drawing the last of my hope from my open palms,

whispering softly for it to let go.

I watched it sink into the ground,

carrying away what I could not retrieve,

then settling softly into the grass

and I never envied the earth so much,

for it was allowed to keep

what slipped through me