What Color Is The Rain You See?



Pitter patter, pitter patter,

The droplets of rain

Race down the sloped roof

And then take a big jump

Into the existing puddle

Of stagnant water

That has set up a

Permanent base

Right next to the

Wall of the house;

I sit by the window

Closest to the puddle

And count the droplets

Falling before they merge

Into imminent stagnation;

In my mind,

The raindrops are

A dirty red color,

Resembling the blood

That flows not in my body,

But the one that stains

My thighs on the days

When I am considered

Even less of a human

Than I already am

For the sheer reason

That I am a woman;

In my mind,

The dirty red raindrops

Race their way from

The slopes of my thighs

Before they jump into

The imminent stagnation

That causes my existence

To be banned;

In my mind,

Rains and raindrops

Will forever be red

Until the day it

No longer rains.


//NaPoWriMo, Day 4

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