Poem: Wet

The rain is still falling, but I cannot feel it.

I cannot see it, but it is all around.

I see the people getting wet, yet I am dry as ever.

I look up and I still see it fall everywhere, but on me.

My neighbors are soaking yet and they are glade to be wet.

I am happy to be dry, but a part of me is wonder why?

Why can I not be like them?

Why must I always stay clean?

Why me?

I try move over to see if I can experience what they are feeling.

Then I stop and just cannot do it.

I paly it safe so that I can stay clear.

Deep down all I want to do is to be like them.

I know I cannot be I have to be like me.

I have to walk my own path and try not to get wet.