
The Rain’s Soliloquy
by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO
My presence is known to all, long before I arrive.
Each step I take leads me further away.
I like to think that they know I will come
on days they least expect me to.
Yet, I could already see their scowls from a distance—
expressions I am no stranger to
for I am never welcome here.
Their stares are cold and bitter,
wanting nothing more
than for me to leave them alone.
Should I take my rest right where they are,
hoping to serve a moment of solace
after their tiring days,
they all come running away.
I reach for their shoulders
but my touch is too cold for them to bear.
So I am cast aside,
hitting the asphalt ever so quick—
the soles of their shoes stepping over my