Its Raining

Its Raining.
And the air feels stiff and sticky. It feels thick and moist. Heavy with the weight of the too full clouds. Aching with the desire to spill. It makes me feel cold, almost sweaty, with the tingle in your feet making your toes sting and the depth of your belly roar. Your eyes water and melt and wet hits your cheeks, slimy and unclean. You feel tight. Enclosed. Exhausted. Warmed but too too hot. The rain begins to creep through your soles and you cringe with each step, an evolving puddle beneath you. Quicken your pace to get inside, but your smoke is still burning and your too cheap to throw it out. Find a shelter to protect you. Finish the smoke. And watch. All of this for a little rain.