In dark rain, our boundaries ached and blurred
The colour from our coats wept into air
As solid being was most times deferred
The scraps of wool made street grids get all furred
The colour of the water was unfair
In dark rain,our boundaries ached and blurred
Some wear nylon coats as they prefer
Non-leakage despite nylon fabric tears.
Solid being;indefinable, deferred
Our coats and then our skin shed leaving core
In heavy rain our organs displayed bare
In the rain,our boundaries shook and blurred
If we had a choice, we said no prayers
We did not speak and no-one seemed to care
The right to be, definable, deferred
What is human when we choose to wear
The watercoloured raindrops in our hair?
In dark rain, our boundaries softened, blurred
Solidity and being thus deferred
