I am tired of your complaints,
as I am sick of early morning faints,
I wander beneath the rain
in hopes it will wash away the pain
as tears were slain down the drains

I gasped; the earthly petrichor,
I lost myself in mindfullness, for a minute
how quick the weather changes,
how unexpected moments could be

Due to instant hollowness
I forgot I was praying for rain
in the midst of summer heat.