I want to die

i want to die on a rainy day.
when the river overflows, so
shall my life. trickling down
the moistened earth to find
home among cocooned seeds

i want to die on a rainy day
on a wednesday, middle of
the week. only the dogs will
sense the rapture and moving
on will not be an affair even
if i roam the streets naked

i want to die on a rainy day
lying down on a bench under
a tree in a park somewhere
while strangers grapple with
umbrellas, my final breath
shall find the greying clouds
past dreamcatching leaves

i want to die on a rainy day
and i will play the guitar as
i ebb. certainly not sunshine
on my shoulders. definitely.