A/N: As you might see, my mood was quite ill when I wrote this little poem. I hope, youll like it nevertheless. Please read and review, a thankful author is waiting for it!!!


The rain is pouring down on my skin,

I feel wet and cold and drained.

I am weary and I do not know.

What has happened?

I don't remember.

I feel like choking,

my chest not rising anymore.

I am drowning

In the rain, in the cold, in my skin.

What has happened?

The clouds are hunting the sky

And death follows them.

I am drained and I want to die.

I am drowning in the rain.

It sweeps away my body.

Drops remain, rivulets

running down the hot streets.