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Rain on me

Anticipated for, all of a sudden
I had to lay a grip on my hat
And hold close my unbuttoned button-less jacket
As the old ladies bend over for the swift of the dress
And young ones reach out for a headscarf, either as bag or book
Yet the lower generation sprint for the front door, home comfort
And as the spark! Bling! Bling!
And the creepy darkness
Split! Split! Splat!
Showers here and there
And for a moment, I dived into deep thought
'Should I return back home, but I have made it this far'
'If I revert now, wet knows me no more'
'But returning is quitting, throw in the day laid ahead'
'What if...' a slash before mine eyes and I skip I beat
For all the thoughts episode, yet still moving forth 
Watching every step I take yet I step into a puddle of mud, dirt
And turning off my skin senses, to ignore every drop splashing on me
To rush ain't an option, as I felt a running stream down my spine
And mine clothing gaining weight by every second
As I watched the drops dripping down from my jacket arms
Then I set mine gaze towards the bus stop
For it's the only hope before me, checkpoint
As she continues to Rain on Me...


Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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