The grey film of rain
Makes it hard to breathe
The watter seems wetter
And colder
And harsher
Than usual
It sinks into my bones
And makes then hurt
Running down the hill
Trying to make it on time
Feet slipping in the
Barely covered mud

Stumbling in
Taking refuge
I'm shivering
I've never felt
More weak
More helpless
More wet
And how appropriate
That you should arrive
You,
The only one
That can make me feel any
More weak
More helpless
And,
of course,
More wet