“i feel the wind
the wind
it touches me with a cold cold creeping dampness
it feels like i've just left the shower
but in fact I'm heading right into one

it's the rain

i look at the sky
it's not blue
not green
not grey
but something else
it's something you can't duplicate in a photo or a painting.

it's just the rain

it's the clouds
and the rain
and night sky with the city

it's the rain

i feel the first drips on my face

it's the rain

it is the rain that will come
it is the rain that is coming
it is the rain that is here for me

and it is the rain”

neitherday