rain lands on my forehead,
drip by drip.
Im laying partly sheltered
but still, Im soaking wet...
but I don't care.
there's a lot to life,
more than the drips from the sky,
so I let them be,
still gone in a world of thoughts,
not related to the now I live in.
both the past, present and future
requires to be thought through.
and I don't have enough time to do so.
that's why Im in the rain.
that's why I don't mind the coldness,
drenching me, lowering my bodies heat,
till Im cold as a dead.
along with my body, it's cooling down my head, too...
and that's what's of highest importance for me...
or ill go down...
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