The air holds hot and humid,
pressing down around us,
sweating it all out,
and we wait for the rain.
She stands alone,
cold enough to break your heart
from all so far away,
her shadow, a statue,
darker than you could have thought.
He fell through a crack in the sidewalk,
disappeared from the face of the earth.
No, you can't understand him,
only wonder at his choice.
The only help is that it is cloudy;
this is why I dare to stay,
So even if I can't predict the outcome,
I can still enjoy the rain.
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did you write this because of the heat? jk
ReplyDeleteit would make sense if you did though, its so freakin hot!!! i thought i was gonna die yesterday because of it.
Yeah, actually. And all the big storms.
ReplyDeletehaha thats funny. i can't believe i guessed it.
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