cold to the touch.
It feels good to my body after a long morning.
It rains harder,
and i beging to dance.
I sing and dance, and get many stares.
No one is around for blocks now.
Not one dry thing.
Steam rolls off of the asphalt.
The ditches fill with water.
The road turns cold as it begings to fill.
I splash in the puddles hoping for you.
I wish you were here,
Right beside me.
But then reality snaps back and im walking alone in the rain once again.
Only wishing, and nothing comming true.
My hair drips, along with my tears falling.
I shiver form the first tear,
cold to the touch.


