The Rain Man

drip drip..

it begins as a story man sitting In the rain

In his suit he must live large he 

can't complain.

As the water poured.

He related to the rain people passed by

He was noticed but 

He was it ignored.

His Family out grew him

His friends did their own thing 

They remember when he saw them it's like they 

never knew him.

But this he was used to..

People came people left it started with his father when he was young going to day care and watching blues clues.

But others had it worse 

He kept his mind off pain just talking he loved to converse.

But alone is where his thoughts crept up on him  and it hurt.

But never show it never show it 

burry it deep no one digs through dirt.

As it rains puddles form.

when he tries to fit it does not works out he can not conform.

But people loved cause he tried.

maybe not his hardest he liked to goof and laugh the ugly duckling that never could fly.

He felt everything sad, happy every emotion.

He only choose to show happiness but it bottled up inside an was ready to wreck like an object in motion.

puddles become larger flooding the street.

But here he is sitting still in his seat.

He can't talk about his pain but he can use his a written word.

He's ready to let go and drown with his nouns and verbs

I hope you are never sad again as I drown on this curve.

Maybe like rain when it falls it will grow a crop.

But his time is now 

just another rain drop.