Dew in a World of Rain

I wake up in the afternoon,
And it's raining.

The day after that,
It's raining.

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.

Sheesh.