a thought popped in my head today and i had a desire deep deep down to have a picnic in the rain..maybe one day [and i want to make a short film based on this poem about it]

a picnic in the rain
the rain in my sandwich
soggy food
mascara running into my mouth
as i take a bite
wet hair molding to my head
puddles forming on the blanket
drinks constantly refilled
drowning anthills
desolate park
black and white film


to be continued...