I like rain 
The sound of it 
The chaotic patters 
Static 
The TV that life is 
All those shows that no one watches 
Cables and satellites 
Variety taken for granted 
Until the day the FBI shows up 
And all the colors of life 
Illegal 
It’s all luck of the draw 
Outside, inside, or in the basement 
Reception of life 
All the emotions 
Frequencies, amplitudes, modulations 
But what’s my point really 
All those shows that were never watched 
Everything is black and white 
Static 
The blue screen of death 
The sparkly grey of denial 
It’s raining 
Today 
The antenna’s broken 
TV in the basement 
But what’s there to see really 
All the struggle 
The acting for audiences that never attend 
His show 
Her show 
Your show 
The reality that no one really cares about 
I like trees 
Not because of its majesty 
Or of its strength, hardness 
Because of its silence 
Its lack of motion 
The resignation 
To an environment 
To life when it shines 
Or when it rains 
I wished it’d rain more often 
Walking in the rain 
Acting a tree 
Not I 
Let the drench, the cold 
Seep through my veins 
Across shivers 
Spasms unfelt 
Not the bark, but the trunk 
The rings, the core 
I love the static 
Ecstasy of the monotone 
The acceptance to fate 
There’s only one road to walk 
The same we walk everyday 
Only one show to watch 
How could I resist 
When there’s been no alternative 
When everything left proving me human 
Is this viscous dark 
This dense stagnation 
Simply broken 
Only sad
A little 
I’ll be ok 
Hopefully