Drizzle

You weigh me down.
Yet I only realise,
Like another layer of gravity,
Once the relief lifts from my shoulders.

You soak me through.
But my tongue feels nowt as it hangs out
And my eyebrows are sufficient protection.

You annoy me.
But don’t fuel me with the passion
To run.

You‘re drizzle.
And when I stop to think,
God, I hate you.