• It seeps through me
    Clinging to the skin
    I open my eyes and see
    It drip, pound, and drop
    It rushes through the gutters
    Clogging up the streets
    But it’s gentle
    And falls upon my face
    It kisses me
    And sends a chill up my spine
    As the pitter patter slows
    Until there is nothing left
    But puddles