the first drop of rain
sneaks in i barely
notice i wonder
if i imagined you
were born in clouds
the second drop of rain
seemed mistaken i was
blind you were there
only i thought there
was only sand for shelter
the third drop of rain
made me thirsty i
asked for more my mouth
open barely slaked
the tide already leaving
the fourth drop of rain
unexpected and i hoped
the thunder was you
announcing the lightning
as i faced the sea
the fifth drop of rain
is a joke a crime
diminishing daylight heat
pause and repose
we invent games for
the sixth drop of rain
grew tired of waiting
i looked inside you
asked why i drift i
said i misunderstood the sea
the seventh drop of rain
tastes bitter tastes
less like hearts i vacate
empty confusion always
asking the wrong questions
the eighth drop of rain
eats my soul my
heart with doors unanswering
no rooms but where
will you sleep if not there
the ninth drop of rain
blends into all others
i can't count anymore i
stand naked in the rain
you leave me to the sea
the tenth drop of rain
waits sees what might happen
leaves room for doubt for
hope for solitude to creep
shadowless crawling toward me
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