It is a tingle
Not the kind you’d like to have
Or you yearn to feel.
You sense the heat rise
Heart desperately beating
Your mind started to reel.
Without a warning
Fingers start to wildly thump
Praying to stop the wheel.
Holding it together
You look at your reflection
It’s all just surreal.
When it mellows down
To a point of regret
You’d hope it’s unreal.
about the rain 