i feel your rumble.
what began as a trickle is beating quickly against the walls of my heart.
looking for a quick escape in my eyes, i cant fight this feeling.
and as i search for the words i remember to stop.
shut the umbrella and let it pour up, out and down on me.
and with the help of the pit of my stomach, this love finds no solution.
so i lay in it. twirl my fingertips in the puddles
and while i am still and silent, the beating resides.
you leave me wet and lonely.