Reading this actually made me cold, from the description of December rain. That is how betrayal feels, cold to the very bones in your body and it is especially bad if we let it happen over and over. Well done.
A wonderful write and I am so glad that you took part in my contest and you really did a splendid job though you didn't win. The images come crystal clear in my head as I read this and your words are carefully placed and bring out their maximum potential in this poem.
All in all, I really like how you describe the scene and got a picture out in so few words. People may say this form is easy but I would like them to try and write one with so powerful a picture as you did. :] Great job and keep writing.
ps.....This piece..however different it is in the final analysis, reminded me of the following:
Shakespeare: Sonnet 97
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness every where!
And yet this time removed was summer's time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
one could easily do less than remind someone of Shakespaere...huh?