Each droplet a pitter patter on my back.
Each breath the more fogged my mind.
Each movement the deeper in I become.
The more intense the rain becomes,
The more I lose hope of staying dry.
Each thought coalescing into another deed.
Each desire wanting nothing more but warmth.
Each of us turning into the puddles that become rain.
I am Rain
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 8:17 AM UTC
Each droplet a pitter patter on my back.
Each breath the more fogged my mind.
Each movement the deeper in I become.
The more intense the rain becomes,
The more I lose hope of staying dry.
Each thought coalescing into another deed.
Each desire wanting nothing more but warmth.
Each of us turning into the puddles that become rain.
I am Rain