my chest pulls upward
my breath escapes me
and i beg
i beg for warmth
but it has only rained
thick droplets descend from the heavens,
making their escape from the strata
but only to hit the pavement
and be obliterated
in an instant
they become nothing
maybe a puddle if their friends start falling too
but in the summer
they dry up
like the mango slices we left out on the patio
and now they are vapor
thin and invisible
