I am standing in the rain
With my face upturned to the stern, judgemental sky
The's no pathos here for me
This rain doesn't mirror my pain
It isn't soft or sympathetic,
Just relentless dripping.
Rattling, gritty city rain
Impervious, acidic,
Trying to dissolve me.
It doesn't matter
I am already melting, ungently
Parts of me are floating down the sludge-slick streets
Of this place I used to love.
It's poison for me now
Pulling me apart, like the rain
Working on me, persistent dagger drips
It's water torture.
Even if I turn away, and cover all that's bare
Each droplet seems to find me
Seeking out the pressure points
Left tingling by your kiss.