Pouring

They drop
Tip-Toeing at first
Heard here and there
Seen in the asphalt
Between the creases
Staying is tempting
It's considered, only for a moment
Suddenly, it's surrounding
They drop heavily
Uncontrollably
It's suffocating
It's blinding
It's mortifying
It feels like the end
Until it finally becomes clear
It is inside
It always was