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?
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.