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Rain

Falling on my head

By Andrew WallacePublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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The rain snuck up on me.

Monkey brain.

Up and out late.

The rain thunderstruck me.

I should wear a cape.

Be brave just in case.

Some days I hate the rain.

Some days I pray it stays.

The fog is how I like to lay.

The song of Spring’s decay.

Staying up late, falling down the hallway.

Playing mad libs and other long car games.

Tapping on the window.

Laughing through the pain.

Rain.

Washing dishes.

Rain.

Drops twisted.

rain.

God dripping.

Rain.

Brought wisdom.

Rain.

Brought villains.

Rain.

Brought a heartache to a baby face.

Rain.

Said told us to stay in today.

Just in case.

Thunder came delaying games.

We race to place second.

To stay present

Rain traces my skin with wetness.

Said to address her as the tempest.

Rain undressed me as temptress.

Then suggested that the message be of loving one direction.

I asked her where we’re headed.

She waiting on cement to recondense then fled to the heavens.

I remember when she bled for me.

Mislead me to believe I was under the weather.

She was just giving me pats on the head to get better.

Oh, how strange it is to miss the rain i’m December.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Andrew Wallace

@andrewnotlogan for Instagram and Twitter.

I’m hoping to profit from my existential dread. Maybe if I write something ~you~ find worth while my life will somehow transcend my mortal body and I’ll live on forever... but probably not.

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