A Patch Of Dry

Running against the beating rain

As the trees rattle and bend

I’ve been thinking

From a stashed away bottle, drinking

Down along narrow streets that have no end

 

In my mind I am purging

Thoughts I have tried to forget

My eyes are stinging

My clothes now clinging

I am somewhere unfamiliar

And all I feel is wet

 

There are tunnels I have passed

Where they lead, I don’t know

Some say they are safe and dry

But I still feel they’re not the way to go

 

Inside a stranger’s words

I am offered comfort and a patch of dry

A respite from the storm

Until there’s a friendly sky