rain warrior

i’m not singing in the rain

that would be profane

no goodnight kiss

causing late night bliss

 

i’m not even sure where i am tonight

wet sidewalks all look the same

when you roam the late nights in l. a.

 

buzzed, wet and indifferent

and definitely without the flair

of gene kelly or fred astaire

 

but i’ve counted more raindrops

then all the weathermen combined

mixing memories with an occasional rhyme

 

there use to be a certain mystery to these streets

when i first walked them

now i’m just an asteroid

slowly being pulled into a black hole

 

if humans have a soul

mine is the vibrations of the rain

 

others stay inside or cover up

i let the thing i can’t control fill my cup

the world is only real when it is dry

 

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