It's been a good day for the Fat Kid - even on the bike, and so it's kind of hard to work on the theme of this week when I've had a really good day. After all, it's not like the last few days have really been uplifting kinds of verse, yes? Well, in case you haven't guessed it - the theme of this week is pretty bleak. Just so we're all clear on this, it has absolutely nothing to do with the way I'm feeling when I write. OK? We're all good on that opic? Good. Let's hear some more, then!
The rain is falling.
I want to picture it like an old film,
where there, in the rain, two people are madly in love,
and they can't feel the water, nor do they care.
It's only the backdrop, there to force them to stay confined.
It never works.
They get wet, but they don't care.
Life used to be like that.
When no one cared about the rain,
and the water only mattered as a set piece.
Maybe it was how they could get a wet kiss in film.
Or maybe there's something special about the rain.
I don't know anymore.
I just know that it's raining,
And I hate it.
Some might tell you that it's just washing away the bad things.
The truth is that all it does is make you want it to stop,
while it soaks through your shoes.
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