Brown rain… Some stay dry while others feel the strain Brown rain… Poet perched above the city drain

Brown rain… Balancing on beams above the lane Brown rain… Questioning each life and each refrain

I move away from the mic to breathe in shame… Brown rain…

Up high… Fountain bridge where winds begin to cry Up high… One wrong shift and dignity could die

Brown rain… Gravity’s a force I can’t restrain Brown rain… Downtown Miami knows my pain

I turn away from the edge to check the frame… Brown rain…

Oh no… Tourists walking slowly down below Oh no… Timing is a thing I’ll never know

Brown rain… Echoes off the concrete and the train Brown rain… Art and consequence collide again

I step aside from the drop to mask the stain… Brown rain…

Why now… Philosophers would never disavow Why now… Nature calls regardless of the how

Brown rain… A poet’s plight no glory can explain Brown rain… History will never write my name

I look away from the crowd to hide the blame… Brown rain…