This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain.
You never thought you’d be doing something like this.
You never saw yourself as, l don’t know
how you’d describe it, as…

like one of those people
who like looking up at the moon,
or who spend hours gazing at
the waves or the sunset or…

l guess you know what kind of people
l’m talking about

Maybe you don’t

Anyway, you kinda you kinda
like it being like this,

fighting the cold

and feeling the water seep
through your shirt

and getting through to your skin.

And the feel of the ground

growing soft beneath your feet

and the smell.

And the sound of the rain
hitting the leaves.

All the things they talk about
in the books that you haven’t read.

This is you.

Who would have guessed it?.