Why on earth would i be afraid of rainy days?
well it's not really the rain itself that i am afraid of...
I'm afraid of the power rain has-
how it can transform a bright, hot, sunny day
into a dark, cold, gloomy night in an instant.
Rain turns blossoming trees into a pile of leaves.
It turns newly rich soil into a muddy mess.
It turns a white cotton-ball like cloud into a dying grey blob.
Some people protest, "but rain brings life!"
and i respond, "but so does the sun..."
I'm afraid of a new happy day turned into a sad blur
all because of little watery tears falling from the sky.
No matter what you say...
i'll always be afraid of rainy days.
i'm afraid of outer-space
i'm afraid of squirrels
i'm afraid of the wind
i'm afraid of pride
i'm afraid of horror movies
i'm afraid of acne
i'm afraid of hairy men
i'm afraid of pain
i'm afraid of the dark
i'm afraid of left overs
i'm afraid of smart people
i'm afraid of money
i'm afraid of smelly cars
i'm afraid of A.P. classes
i'm afraid of disorganization
i'm afraid of being alone
i'm afraid of technology
i'm afraid of elderly white women
i'm afraid of people in authority
i'm afraid of the final episode of a tv show
i'm afraid of the final pages of a good novel
i'm afraid of dead fish
i'm afraid of falling off my bed in the middle of the night
i'm afraid of the future
i'm afraid of rainy days
