Before the rain decides to fall,
The cloud, filled to maximum capacity,
Seems black in sight,
Almost as if the sun has burnt out,
Leaving us all here to die;
We’re only people,
Stuck in the darkness of the rain storm,
Hiding,
Locking ourselves indoors,
Covering from the wetness of the water
With umbrellas and hoods
In hopes of saving our hair
Or our clothes,
Keeping all of life’s unnecessary materials dry,
Because we really are ridiculous;
Who needs all of this
When we can have more important things
Like food & water,
A home,
& people to love.
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