looking through not looking: the lovesong of the loveless

On my back
the streets are slick this time of year
an anticpated first rain has caused me some pain
looking up to the heavens
and finding more rain

And puddles expanding
with every last drop
and children splashing
in every last puddle
a war has been waged that only streetlights will stop

Strange things happen when you lie horizontal
like screeching tires
avoiding my body
it would ruin their day

Theres room for two out here on the pavement
though no one has joined just yet
So i'll wait a little longer
patience is a virtue, but impatience has its moments

Time is fluid and simple on the day of a storm
Its dark and then light and then dark again
its night and then day and then night again
but the sun never rises or sets

My clothes are soaked straight throught to my skin
its cold
and its wet
but its comfort lying down

Strange things happen when you lie horizontal
when your covered in water
but exposed to the rain
Theres not a feeling or word that will help me explain
how it feels on my back, on a road, in the rain, in pain, waiting for answers, waiting for partners, waiting to get run over, waiting for streetlights, waiting to wait, and for what?
More Rain.