the rain is pelting me.
like liquid bb's
stinging for a second, if even that long.
but i feel it.
nonetheless its there,
like a swarm of gnats,
just annoying enough to notice it.
not enough to lose sight
of the fact that its just rain,
not the end of the world.
so i keep walking
cigarette struggling to stay lit
in the damp and the cold.
down that street that ive walked
a thousand times
i walk.