christmas rain
it was raining on christmas.
most people would be disappointed,
devastated,
but i wasn't.
i rather enjoy it.
to hear the pitter patter
on the windows.
it was raining on christmas,
as i held an umbrella,
walking to union square
to watch the tree light up.
it was raining on christmas
as i maneuver through the crowd,
careful not to bump into anyone,
because i don't like being touched.
it was raining on christmas,
as i watch the tree light up,
making my eyes glitter
and shine.
it was raining on christmas
as i sat in front of my lavender scented fireplace
made out of candles
with an oversized sweatshirt dwarfing my small body,
a cup of hot chocolate in hand.
it was raining on christmas
as i turned my head,
to see women and men and children alike
rushing home to their families.
it was raining on christmas
as i climbed into my small mattress
and bundled myself in blankets
and watched the rain fall off the small window.
it was raining on christmas
as i turned off the pale dandelion fairy lights
bordering the walls of my room
to paint the room with the dark colour of the sky
instead.
it was raining on christmas
as someone snuck into an unsuspecting
college dorm
to give me a present
on a rainy christmas day
without my knowing
consent.
because he knew
i yearned for those times with my
family who are three thousand miles
away from me.