Simplistic Boredom
rain it won’t stop raining
it pounds on the roof above my head
Loud, blue glass
and Melodic, like a tin drum
the rain makes it hard to see
when I walk out the door
so I fall down the stairs
and into the parking lot
and somewhere, someone is always laughing
¿at me?
does it make me Smile
and paint an odd picture?
rain splashes make my colors drip
making them abstract
making them real
as real as I am to you
but in my dreams, I am never there
Unless I am someone else
so in my waking
would I be gone too?
RAIN it makes my hair wet
HAIR it feels so knotted
I dance around in circles
unemployed
aware of my grammatical errors
i wonder about Purple flowers
beaded with raindrops.
the rain is getting in my eyes
i cannot see
should go inside
but can’t won’t let it stop
stop the crystal rain
rain that is razors in my eyes
eyes that start to rain
RAIN it won’t stop raining
sweet delicious RAIN