Everyone looks down when it rains-
Little do they know grace is falling all
around them-
Swarming appreciation touched by blind
resistance-
Dancing on the sidewalk before it swims
and anchors-
In millions of tiny, orgasmic movements,
they kiss and tell and kiss some more before
they sleep-
You see, it rains when you sleep too,
And stops abruptly when you awaken-
Tell me, who am I, anyway, to be telling you this,
expecting you to believe me-
I’m a product of you, of her-
she who sleeps when it rains,
closing her eyes to the raining bliss, missing the rainbow’s performance
and the encore of the sunshine-
She who undeniably tells you to tell me to
stay awake and take in everyone else’s
reality while she sleeps, only to keep dreaming-
                                    Covered by a thin film of wool,
                                                Like the slick sidewalk when
                                                            it rains~