I skate in the rain 
I ruin my grip tape 
I ruin my name 
Cemented and scraped

What is my escape? 
Who am I to say? 
Nothing answered in 12 tapes 
Of all the sins I'll pay 

I dance in the rain 
I color the ground 
I sing of the pain 
Of no comfort I've found 

Did you hear me? 
Do my soles display? 
Can you possibly see
What my feet would say?

I love in the rain 
I lay in the sand 
I call me to blame 
For he is my rain man

sage-consequence

Rain Man

Jun 5, 2026

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MMessi

I love this poem, I don't know if I grasp it as it was meant. Do I understand this being a plea for agreement from a crush or just the plight of the skater in the rain? I know from my days of skateboarding that the threat of a water logged board would keep me off the streets