Water falls from bright thin air.
It falls like hair,
overflowing a young girl's shoulders.
Waterfalls make pools in the asphalt,
***** mirrors with clouds and buildings inside.
And blinking bleeding neon lights.
Water falls on the roof of my house and the rest of my life.
It falls on my mother and on my hair.
It falls like mercy on the good and the unaware.
Water falls on you
But most people call it rain.
