"The Rain"

Its raining today
And again I left my hat on the kitchen table
Right next to my ipod
For the millionth time I'm not prepared for the unexpected
The rain is cold and somewhat stings
Each drop calmly walks from the tip of my thoughts to the souls of my loafers
But yet I appear to be so ready
So expected of the unexpected
My collar is up and stylish
My hands are tucked deep in the pockets of my expensive pea coat
My eyes are nearly closed to protect my pupils from being flooded
I strut through the sky's draining moment seeming to almost enjoy its drench
I want to lie to myself and say that the down pour doesn't effect me
But the puddles have begin to seep through my shoes
My socks have a slight uncomfortable dampness to them
Why did I wear these socks
If I would had took 30 more seconds to check I could had grabbed my hat
I could had brought an umbrella with me
If I would had stop to think, then maybe...just maybe I would had wore thicker socks
But ....I...don't...stop....and think
I rush. I make impulse decisions and grow confused and question why the consequences are so great
And if I can't understand the reasons then I find people to aim the tip of my fingers toward
Point...blame
So its just me and this rain and this mask
Pretending as if I'm not upset from being soaked
And the vomit of this gray cloud is all too familiar
The wetness...its outcome...its visit
Again I saw the storm inching towards me
But yet I fail to pay it any attention
And as always
Again
I left my hat on the kitchen counter