when cold rain
pours down over my face
spinning in a dizzy
frenzy
of crazy
wind blowing
my skirt up
with one fishnet falling
and one pigtail dying
lipstick smudged
makeup melting
splattered spots in 
my powdered arms
mascara running rivers
blurred worlds
greens and greys
wet and cold
clear and old
i want to stay right here forever.
to lay down
and let the fresh
fall upon
my tired soul.
blowing drizzling
dazzzling dancing
happiness of love
my soul smiles
and i realize
this is what it
it is like to live.
rain, please dont go away
i want you to wash over me
again...

xoxo
kyelle