Rain droplets
Phone booth,
Until the outer
walls were
crying

Wetness is
A pretty
Vulnerability
But it's not
All bad
Because
Humidity is
******
Existentialism

Clouds are
Reincarnated
Saints that
Weep at the
Bitter realism
Of duality

(We are in a
Warm, wet womb
Until we are in a
Cold dry tomb
And as we grow,
We are drank by
Time)

When the sky
Is white and pure
As angles we are
washed
With sea water and
Odours expelled from
Our noses

Bathrooms are
Lonely places
Where you
Can be God
And the
White blankness
The sky
And the
Bathwater
The rain
And your
Fingertips
Humanity