Evanescence

Rain is the happiest season
as droplets of water fall
silently at first
then shouting their comeback
falling hard on their heads
in beautiful, sinful suicide.

Rain is the happiest month
as the air turns white
at an arm’s length
the youngsters comming out
of the high school in the other street
running and laughing under the rain.

Rain is the happiest month
as i coil between shades and sheets
looking for a warmer setting
crawling for the two arms
that shall get me to comfort X zone
from the Y is it so cold excuse of a month.

Then comes the sun
and Rain becomes the month of evanescence
and i pass out of sight with no alcohol
passing out of memory
for nobody saw me leave
they were too busy with the rain.