Grey Rain

I don't remember how to spell.

Grey, gray, griey? Not like anyone would care now. Grey rain. Experience the patter on my lips. It doesn't stop. Just slowly comes until I'm all wet. I shrug it off, thinking heh, this is just a little bit of rain, nothing to worry about. Then it happens. I'm so dragged down by your wet shirt. And pants. I move like a snail. No wait. A snails grandfather. Feeling burdened? Lets get rid of the burden then? Running around naked. I feel cold. very cold. I'm exposed to the weather. The grey rain. It starts to sting me. Now I regret dropping my burdens for some unfortunate soul to pick up.

Burdens protect us even though we don't want it to.

I feel like dying.