What I like the most about rainfall is being hushed. Disguised. Masked.
It won’t let anybody see what is the desire of the heart.
Not even a single flask.
Soaked in Rainfall will this soul be.
Afraid to find shelter, embracing what’s asked.
“Live a life,” they said. But how could it be?
Around the corner of a street, being tasked.
Lightning. A horrible sensation.
It will still find its way. One way or another.
Like any other human being,
I am flashed with the truth, but I don’t even bother.
I remember the time looking for the safest place.
Not to hide but instead to deliver.
The same mistake I made is much worse,
but I don’t want to remember.
But then I realize, nothing is safe around
this corner of town. Not even in the light.
Everyone else is going through something
they could not lay down. Everyone’s in a fight.
Some things are worth the argument.
Some things shouldn’t even be slight.
This one’s my battle, though. Being soaked in rainfall
must not be my lame excuse for tonight.