It’s Not Supposed to Rain Today

It’s not sup­posed to rain today.

I feel water trick­ling down my face,
yet when I look up to the sky,
the sun warms and dries the rain
drop­ping from invis­i­ble clouds

The back of my throat is hurt­ing,
I keep swal­low­ing for no rea­son,
and my nose is filled with snif­fles;
flu sea­son comes late this year

I taste water trick­ling down my face,
col­lect­ing at my lips
to seep in to the tip of my tongue,
col­lect­ing at the tip of my nose
to form drops that tickle when they release

I clench my jaw so it hurts,
I lose myself in wash­ing the dishes,
There is a dis­tinct pain in my chest,
I really should find an umbrella,
I really should take some medicine

I feel water trick­ling down my face,
yet when I look up to the sky,
the sun warms and dries the rain
drop­ping from invis­i­ble clouds

It’s really not sup­posed to rain today.