you walk down the street
cold sharp rain hits your feet
a liquid drops from your face
is it a tear or is it the rain?
you're as cold as the rain that drops
from the old grey sky, dark grey, no light.
and staring at the rain you immortalise it.
oh immortal rain you say...
and the sky compliments you
with a drop of ice that hits your cheek...
a cold kiss as a reply. "yes i'm immortal"
it says, your poetry immortalises me...