falling one by one..

Why is it that I always melt in the rain? Why couldnt it be that I grow long legs in the rain so I can run as fast as dream or that whenever it rains I am kissed by some slow and passionate stranger who smells like summer and tastes of christmas. I can think of a million things to do in the rain, no wait a million and one things but sadly, when it rains, I always melt. I slip and disaper away like some swirly little puddle of oil. Melting is what I am good at. People don't always notice us melters, people in general dont notice melters. They are much more concerned with opening old umbrella's and wearing stinky rubber galoshes, running to work and splashing into puddle stained taxi cabs. Not us melters though, we go to where the rain rains the hardest, often just standing there facing upwards and wait patiently for the tears to come. If you haven't noticed yet, when walking down the busiest street on the buisiest day in a frightfully busy downpour, you can cry your hardest and no one would ever notice. One by one the Teardrops fall and you can never tell which is which.