rain love

Rain love

On a hot steamy night as I walk along the street. Night time I still feel the heat.
I got tired so I put my pen and pad on bench and I sat.
I am just sitting outside. I thought to myself why won’t it rain?
Is the rain petrified of the sun? Is that why there is no rain to come?

I personally like the rain because it temporarily washes away my pain.
Some hate the rain and hide away from it as much as they can.
Not me though when it pours I have another plan.
I will be in the middle of its drenched soaked streets is where my lonely self will stand.

I grow tired of this boring and so calm and balm weather.
I love the tears of the sky that cleanse blurriness out of my sight.
I love to feel the chill of the water. The icy wind that blows across my face
Just so I can make sure that I am alive.
The sun does not care for me under its lights there is only pain and misery.
Let it rain so I can be happy for the moment the skies pain will be my pleasure.
I know rain does not last long so those moments I will treasure.
With each drop that drips and falls off my eye lids and rolls to my bottom lip
Down to my chin I will always look up and grin.