Thunder rumbles above my head
As we speak, meek raindrops splash around me,
determined to take over
They stop...
But only for a moment, possibly
I want to go with them
drowning
Lost in this paper, this place, soggy, dripping
I have a place called home
No one there but an empty shell
and memories of happier days
Not happier, I suppose
... drowning
I pretend there was such a thing as happier days
But I am afraid it was a delusion
...Let us not dwell on that, then we may have to remember
Raindrops falling, faster, harder