Soaked in Rainfall

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.

Let me hear your thoughts!