The Rain

The wet pavement beneath his feverish flesh reminded him of the cool touch of glass whilst taking a shower, how he would push himself against the showerpanes, tasting the touch of hot water and cool glass. He heard himself sigh, listening to the pitter-pat of raindrops as they hit the slabs . He felt the flat stone beneath his cheekbone and chest and thighs. Yearning throbbed in his dilated veins.

He stared out across the twilit street, tears gently flowing from his eyes, and watched cars pass by without making a sound.

Mmmm, he thought, loosening yet more into the concrete's cold, obdurate embrace. He could feel the low hum of the planets.

He smiled, and slept as the rain came down upon him.

The End

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