Trickle Down

The rain cascades down in silver sheets,

Covering the streets, me, and everything,

Liquid smoke, muffles everything pleasantly

As it falls down around me.

 

Racing on windows like horses at a track,

Cool water makes me tip my head back,

The smell of it after and before,

The drowsy feeling that accompanies it for

Ever, and ever, it never does change,

I hope it does not leave today.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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