The Rain
F J McCarthy on Jan 21, 2009


My friends and neighbors think it’s strange, the times I chose to walk.
I go out late when it’s dark, and hardly ever talk.
I walk for miles without a goal, not going any place.
I come home , pass out on my couch and drift out into space.
I never walk on sunny days,  the world is just too bright.
I like it when it rains, especially at night.
At night no one can see me, or how I’m filled with pain.
They only try to keep themselves  dry ,and get out of the rain.
Myself I just keep walking,not caring if I’m wet.
Maybe if I walk enough I’ll finally forget.
But the memories of you keep haunting me, torturing my brain.
And the tears keep streaming down my face, so I hide them in the rain.