A day after Shimoda, finally

New pains
The flood to my knees
Trudging, remembering how I love
The rain

A friend indeed
Doubts not what to say
With a flick in the air
No hesitation whatsoever
Just a grimace
Oh, I’ve been asked a thousand times
If I cared
To buy a new umbrella
But I’d like for you to
Think of me,
In these times -
How dreched I am

You would need more than that
Umbrella

I lie
My eyes giving in
To the subtle seduction
Of restlessness
A laugh consoles me
From the severance
Of a curiousity
You used to show
Raining, still
I cannot get out of this house

You are somewhere out there
Waiting to be found
And rehearsing
You’re refusal
When I hold out my hand
Again

Yes,
I need more than that umbrella
The rain will punish me somehow
While I recount the ways
Why I love it so