in the rain Rain falling through my hands raindrops beading on green leaves against a gray sky off trees into puddles asphalt I pedal harder and wind water whip face it drenches hair clothes glasses covered with droplets am windblown soaked free should be happy Right? But can’t enjoy want to feel alive empty And cold like knives mind is screaming at me run don’t care would sad angry happy anything enough actually To use energy energy have something throw bicycle aside wait sit wooden bench For this feeling or lack thereof abate doesn’t. It stays unaffected by The that love love more than pours as try cry indistinguishable from tears won’t come rolls down makes stream behind rush faster louder make something matter Can’t worth feeling So stay empty. soaked cold. nothing all.