I wish raindrops on my face

The pool I carry is already full

And water just keeps spilling over 

But my clothes are at a safe distance 

As raindrops fall 

And run into the concrete 

Like a familiar scene 

Under the yellow streetlights,

From my living room window 

I imagine 

The rain outside

Is sterile

As I only look at it

A dull ache pulls me towards the floor

And eats up all my strength

And my feet get cold

I wait for my body’s cyclical shedding of layers within

I could never adjust
My ears still lose their sharpness
I hear dull voices

Just like that time

When I could only hear

But could not see

Anything

I am aware of the raindrops on the ceiling

Above the white walls

And that monotone of Ms Godbole

As she scribbles derivatives on the white board

In her beautiful handwriting

Are you alright? She asks I think, 

I wish someone would carry me outside

But some four people will have to move

Before I can get out of my row

And throw some water on my face

And I would come out from the blackout 

Just for a second 

Lucid

Outside that aseptic math classroom

With my head on concrete

Water running down my chest

And my wet hair 

Sticking to my forehead and ears

Under the pelting rain
The first thing I would see and hear

Is the wind in the trees
And I would know then
The smell of rain