Gregarious Rain (2004) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

I don't want to remember the last time...
the last time I cried.
Everytime it would rain
I would be crying inside
I wish I could cry away...
cry my troubles away
Just like the clouds.
Clouds don't like to be soaked
Clouds share their pain with rain
The sky is not crying... the clouds are...
the nuves are unenlightened

When the clouds cry,
they keep us or some inside.
trapped from the world
for a few minutes to days
Like me, I trap myself from this...

this...place we call home...
I am not so.
I stay inside...
dealing wih my own pain.

My personality is the leakage from my eyes...
I do not pick from other bodies then share with the world...