Untitled (rain girl)

This girl doesn't study, and plays with her hair,
faded pink dye, strawberry blonde.
She came here because, what the hell.
She's waiting for something, but doesn't really know what.
Outside it's pissing down, puddles widening as if the sea is rising through the paving.
She listens to the hiss of the rain, her eyes tethered to the window pane. Finally her inchoate thoughts dissipate completely and she feels her being washing into the rain, which in turn washes over the town, the fading houses, the peace and space of the fields beyond,
a downpour and an uprising, cool, blanketing and safe...