Dry Paper

The water droplets crash to the pavement
Damping down the air to a crisp,
"Remember you're mortal" they whisper
And nature will have its way
Despite your trust and toil and
The dry paper you inhabit.

The mist engulfs shallow lungs and
Damp clothes cling for comfort
As the sky's nectar descends on
Flesh and concrete alike, pressing faces
Against the clear glass square that
Hangs from the 17th floor wall.

They say the heavens open and
I can't say I'm a believer but
I do seize these moments when
The world runs for cover and I stand with
Outstretched arms, surrendering it all
To prove that I am finally alive.