I stand before the clouds where the sky opens up
the outside air is refreshing in the rain
it's always lovely
watching as it pours
over this rundown metropolis
across the alley ways and bus stops
passing through the breeze at day
blending into the city lights at night
a beautiful water world
all coming to life
and in the midst of it all
a lone observer
wandering the streets
underneath the velvety deep red
my favorite umbrella
it looks out for me
protecting me from the torrent
but I'm not always obedient
I love how it spatters
splashing softly against my legs
slowly seeping into my shoes and socks
it's a cold and fuzzy feeling
the others choose to wear plastic coats
big enough to hide themselves
boots to keep steady and never wash away
but my umbrella is all I have
maybe I'm hopeless
maybe I don't know any better
but when it opens up
everything feels a little more okay
and that's all I ever need
I walk where the streets are empty
winds more heavy as the storm approaches
the others hurried to leave
in search of something else
a new shelter, hope, anything
when they showed their faces
I could see the clouds in their eyes
they were just like me
but there's no one here anymore
when suddenly the rain stopped
where I was
in the eye of the storm
the only spec of color in a thousand miles
a velvety, deep
blood red
I'm just an observer
who sees not with eyes
a beautiful water world
when everyone cries.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 6:13 AM UTC
I stand before the clouds where the sky opens up
the outside air is refreshing in the rain
it's always lovely
watching as it pours
over this rundown metropolis
across the alley ways and bus stops
passing through the breeze at day
blending into the city lights at night
a beautiful water world
all coming to life
and in the midst of it all
a lone observer
wandering the streets
underneath the velvety deep red
my favorite umbrella
it looks out for me
protecting me from the torrent
but I'm not always obedient
I love how it spatters
splashing softly against my legs
slowly seeping into my shoes and socks
it's a cold and fuzzy feeling
the others choose to wear plastic coats
big enough to hide themselves
boots to keep steady and never wash away
but my umbrella is all I have
maybe I'm hopeless
maybe I don't know any better
but when it opens up
everything feels a little more okay
and that's all I ever need
I walk where the streets are empty
winds more heavy as the storm approaches
the others hurried to leave
in search of something else
a new shelter, hope, anything
when they showed their faces
I could see the clouds in their eyes
they were just like me
but there's no one here anymore
when suddenly the rain stopped
where I was
in the eye of the storm
the only spec of color in a thousand miles
a velvety, deep
blood red
I'm just an observer
who sees not with eyes
a beautiful water world
when everyone cries.
what does it mean to you?
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