I wake up in the afternoon,
And it's raining.
The day after that,
And the day after that as well.
In a place like this,
Rain is life.
It's not a big deal,
I prefer it to sunshine actually.
Sunlight is that kind of thing,
Where people like it even though they can't say why.
It makes me sick.
I miss the misty morning dew.
Its gentle water in the blue daylight,
Was a promise of better things to come.
Dew was gentle,
Rain is ferocious.
Dew was a hug,
And rain is this carnal lover attacking every inch of your body with burning ferocity.
I mean sometimes you just need a hug.