I Have The Rain

I watch as each cold drop hits the ground
and becomes a part of something bigger,
rushing at once into the wrinkles
of the street.

I feel it rush through my toes
and shuffle around my ankles,
clinging to the only soul they can find.

The air tastes humid and heavy
as I open my mouth to speak
to no one but the street lights.

The smells of the busy city still linger
in these dark hours
of calm.

I hear only the drops
landing peacefully into the rivers below.
They chose now to be free.

I am not alone.
I have the rain.






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