Rain

Little Rain, why are you always alone?
Sitting at the corner, often on the floor
Company is found through screen or book
Reality often overlooked

Silent Rain, cautious tiny wallflower
Not seen nor heard but is still there
Is it fun just to simply observe
Than to go join and laugh with the herd?

Precious Rain, what does reality see?
Weird, not a member of society
Nave, lame, and never to party
Ugly, and worthless to even try to befriend

Dearest Rain, where have you gone?
Silent as your name, you've not told anyone
No one to persuade or insist otherwise
Gone with the wind like the light in your eyes...