Rain.

I'm not proud
Do you think that I am?
Sat under this storm cloud
I could feel anything but.. that.

Drenched to the skin
Convulsively shivering in what?
Ah - that’s the bitter battery-acid taste
It’s disappointment isn‘t it?

But it’s sick pleasure
I can’t look and not feel hate
I’m not blaming you, that’s why I take the stinging ache
Because it was me that mirrored you.

Blinking out the dirty drops what now?
Does this make me a coward?
Oh, I am, we can both see it
But it’s what you made me…baby.

You opened me to the opportunity
Unknowingly you did, I can assure you
I loved it, sated me, made me still
Till the hunger returned and charcoal clouds rolled in.

I was perfectly submissive - even now I stay out in the rain  
You quivered with the strength you felt - now I’m quivering too
I liked giving you someone to hurt and break  - well I’m broke
Draining me fully…with my blinded permission.  

No, I’m not proud.