Inside Rain

You tell me.

Small droplets of rain are unharmful,

yet irritating I assume.

I wish to feel just maybe the slightest drizzle

on my ever so dry cheek.

No matter how hard it rains,

Everyone gets touched but me.

A roof above my head is all I wish to destroy.

A lonseome roof that covers only one,

and then comes a month of heavy rainfall.

 

Couples love the rain.

Do I love the rain?

I cannot hate something that hasn't harmed me.

I don't know.

Though, rain itself hurts me when others enjoy it.

Does rain hurt people who don't feel it? 

 

I say standing dry in the pouring rain.

The rain has stopped?

Or I think it has stopped?

You made it stop.

Do I hate you?

but I guess it was a burden.

You stopped it-- the rain.

Feels good not to see it.

Feels better be under the same roof, dry.

 

After awhile,

I wish.

I wish.

I wish.

Rain inside.

Rain inside.

Oh please, rain inside.

We watched other people get drentched with water

as I stand next to you,

under the same roof

That I wish

not to destroy.

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[Sami Khalil]

no matter how hard it rains
everyone gets touched but me...
Well penned.