Here I Lay

I awoke to the soft putter of rain, and without much thought I knew I wanted to drown in it. To be the concrete it beat down on all night. Until even the gum that clung to its surface began to loosen its grip. Dissipating and dissolving in the sewer run off. I’d lay there until I too was a new. My bangs clinging to my forehead while my body curls into a c shape trembling through the thick of your storm. But I love the smell of the rain I’d protest. I loved you.