Rain

When it rains the world is beautiful once again.
The rare birds come out while the common ones hide,
If the rare birds were always out then they would be pigeons.

When it rains society doesn't exist.
All of its immodest beauty is washed in to the sewer,

When it rains your martial status doesn't matter.
See because all the shades are down and couples will be couples

When it rains everything becomes sexless and one.
There is nothing to hide and nothing to pervert.
The only intimacy that is present in the moisture impaling your skin.

When it rains emotions can run wild.
You can rob the rain of all its nutrients and securities.
Your tears become the rivers and screams become the wind.

When it rains i am ugly,
All sense of beauty is washed away in the shower,
And so now ugly is the clandestine beauty.