Matthew Ricks begins with a simple, almost casual question: where has the rain gone? It sounds like someone noticing the sudden quiet after a storm, but the next lines turn that curiosity into something heavier. The speaker says the only thing still falling is "me, on my bed." The rain has stopped, and in its place there is a person collapsing onto a mattress.
The poem seems to describe tiredness, sadness, or a kind of emptiness, though it never names the feeling outright. The rain may have been a comfort, something that matched the speaker's mood or kept them company. Now that it's gone, the speaker is left alone with their own heaviness. The mood is quiet, flat, and a little wry. There's no dramatic outburst, just a small, honest admission. By comparing themselves to rain, the speaker makes their own low moment feel both ordinary and quietly sad.