I want it to be 50 degrees and raining
Chilly enough for a jacket or hoodie
I’d be in the basketball court down by the park
Bouncing around a ball,
Shooting baskets,
Trying to spin the ball on my finger.
Then i want it to rain
I’d start running around the court
It’d be barely cold enough to see my breath
Coming out in gasping clouds
Maybe then the rain would pick up
And i would lay down on the cold concrete
Feeling the rain fall on my face,
Feeling the weight of a soaked jacket,
And feeling the weight of my thoughts on my mind
Im afraid of what they may think,
The ones who gather outside the basketball court,
Waiting to see what i make of this game.
I want to be able to scream,
Moan,
Laugh,
Cry without having to worry about the world hearing me.
The rain would continue to pour
I want the people to leave.
I want them to realize im not going to entertain them with a game.
The world smells new
Like the rain is washing away
The fear and doubt that plagues my mind.
I dont want the rain to stop.
I dont want to leave the basketball court
That has provided me a place
Of such devine comfort.
So i stay,
And the rain continues to pound against me.