13 June 2012
A gentle hiss,
A rush you couldnt miss
Some yelp and some run,
I stand there,being weighed down by a ton,
It smears and drips down my face,
It sticks on to me like paste,
It makes me feel free,
I could fly like a bee.
But i dont, i stay here,
Dropping not 2 but 1 tear.
It stops just like that,
Making me look like a drowned rat.
Rain • Opuss № I