me and the rain

It would be poetic, wouldn't it?

To bleed out in the rain

Blood falling like droplets

Mixing with the dirty rain water

And reminding me of my uncleanliness.

It would be beautiful, right?

To connect with the young me

Who would have danced in the rain

And laughed--it would be lovely to do

The same and smile as I lay down to rest.

It would be magical, don't you think?

To cry like the rain

And slowly lose my vision

As I get so tired and comfortable

Following little me to the other side.