Coming Down

Im standing here on what is left of the back portch,
stairing into a blanket of clouds.

It’s hot and humid,
I am swimming in my sweat-soaked shirt.

The weather is misserable,
and so am I.

Suddenly, cold wet hope strikes me in my eye.
It is raining.

When the rain stops, the temprature will rise again, along with the humidity.

Im fuckin soaked.
I’ll be fuckin soaked. Why am I still standing outside?