Poetry · Writing

rain god

this isn’t a game

but we play like one

take your ball and run

whenever you don’t like the outcome

couldn’t live without one-

the rain;

i remember it being, lighter

walking through it

hands as an umbrella

a scene i remember

in a novella

‘wants only go so far

without the time’

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