Poem: Just Something

Cold night and sweaty hands are my dreams.

Thinking of ways to make the rain pour, and the sun to shine.

Not knowing if this would be the last time.

Standing in the middle looking up above wonder why it will not rain.

Why must I stay in dry and grow with the dirt.

All I want is to be drench and no want to help me.

I do not want to be me.

I do not want to be in a place that I cannot see.

I need to find something.

I just do not know what that could be.