When it rains things fall apart, disintegrate like sugar cubes under my tongue, less sweet.
When it rains some people dream sweetly, but i dream twice.
When it rains and the rain drops drip down my face i clench my jaw... stare... almost believing i'll see something in the mist.
When it rains is when the wheel turns; the fishy brain remembers it forgets.
When it rains and the hills stretch their backs, each blade of grass quivers and bows to the wind.
When it rains, now, i lose my language so that i may listen.
