Rain
I walk down the street
With pain tearing my heart.
It feels like I have a hole, pierced by a dart.
It starts to rain.
I think of people.
How they make fun of me every day,
In each and every way.
The rain starts to come down.
I look at my body.
The scars dot my face
In every single place.
It begins to pour.
I look around.
I don’t have a friend in the world,
Which makes my head swirl.
It’s raining so hard, it blinds me.
I bump into a wall
While the rain streams like a river,
And I realize with a shiver
That everyone is staring at me.
I dust myself off,
While wondering why they look at me strange,
And why they aren’t covered in rain.
Then I look up.
There’s not a cloud in the sky.
No puddles on the ground, to my surprise.
The sky is blue, and I soon realize
It didn’t even rain, not one single drop.