Grey skies

steady mist

yet, you all remain.

What is your shelter

when song is left at bay?

When I walk in rain,

I am afraid;

the feeling of water leaves me

helpless

wanting to seek cover.

Yet here you remain.

One might suggest

simply

the size of your brain.

-but I wander-

In that travel

is it possible, you have

so much more to gain?

When standing in the rain,

your soul is so defined,

whose ‘diadem’ today will reign?