Xeno Hemlock

I used to love the rain
Play poet, a recluse, and some shit
Best friend of gloom
Companion of melancholy

I used to like the rain
Watch the road get washed and be cleaned
Celebrate the flora’s drunkenness
Perfumed with the earth’s aroma 

I tolerate the rain
The earthworms resurface
Cats and kittens get stranded
Right in front of my doorstep

I no longer like the rain
My mind used to roam free
Free from today’s busy-ness
Gone is my imagination