a poem? a muppet? a man?

there's something soothing about the rain

the soft drips, the scent of wet mud and the comfot of home, under a nice blanket and a good company

the rain scares me. bring back those feelings of sorrow as i watch the holes in the ceiling dripping in my floor

i feel like, once again, a meek child, hiding in the closet

scared of the thunder, of the world

but i dont fit in the closet anymore, and i cant hide from the world

and as i hear the rumbling of the thunder, the rain increasing power

i'l allow myself to be nine years old again, hiding in the shadow

scared of the rain, of the world

of me