Drenched again


The rain comes in waves

rolling over me before

I can move

like a cavalry charge

stampeding on me

before I can believe

it is happening,

Me, unable to get out

of the way

until Iím already soaked

a drenched man

feeling every drop

of the felonious assault

dripping down my face

and lips

as I take the long

walk home


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