Rain Lesson
3:10 AMRain scrubs the glass.
Not mercy but maintenance.
When it clears, everyone tries to stare inside.
Choice is a trick, anyway.
You can track the red lights.
You can memorize the warmth.
Either way, the room will call you “fine.”
I keep my eyes on the warnings.
They keep theirs on the glow.
We’re all correct.
We’re all wrong.
It depends on which lie needs less light.
Why think out loud?
The only true thing here is rain:
a system removing residue.
Windows get honest.
People don’t.
Don’t look for me in the clean reflection.
You won’t understand the part that doesn’t fog.
When you’re ready for the real thing,
press the bell.
Their door, not mine,
walk in without explanations.
If the room doesn’t flinch,
you’ll know what I meant
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