They got me an umbrella,
to save me from the rain.
Shame, I thought, that same resource
which gives us life,
and tickles light,
in beautiful ways portrays the city at night,
as I look through my window,
a shame that we should hide so vehemently
from the cold and adverse,
from the tears of the earth
that give it a life,
that wraps it in blue in the great void of night.
I hope one day,
the rains wash away
the fakeness and faces,
and unhealthy places
and carries us to a place
that's less graceless.
I hope we can suffer a few small droplets per day,
of that purified element
that washes the all-consuming comfort away.
About: How people get so fussy about rain spoiling their hair or makeup.
