An Alien

Drip, drip,
Your droplets of deluding sounds
Bounce off the surface of my umbrella.
I hear them,
I try to evade,
Then she sends
A down pour.

But I know
I’m not special or unique.

But sometimes
I like to dream
That I might be.

But I know I’m different.

Sometimes I feel like an alien.

But I know I’m not the only one.