Soliloquy

You don't like the rain?
Each second under it,
celebrating freedom
embraced by beauty,
you delight in that.

Your words,
Why not utter your heart?

You don't like the rain.
Every drop will engulf her
permit cold into her.
Ask,
'Are you cold?'

What you say.
Why not your whole being?

You don't like the rain?
Yes, under it
you were silent,
you never really spoke.

johnmarc
published: Veritas Literary Folio 2006