On Us All

Humid. The dust of water brushing every surface Through the strong breeze, The changing clouds speaking relief as they Shift through tranquilities. The shadow of night in the day over us In the rain pass, The truth of how it rains on us all erases class. I think of my dreams to be Rich Some how saving me. I feel the soothing of that comfort and power Fantasizing constantly. But it rains on us all, every people, Just the same. Regardless of power, position, popularity, age, gender and fame.