Dry on a rainy day

In this weather, in so much rain,
In so much wetness
How is it that you are still dry?
In this luscious greenery
how is it that you are still brown?
Aren't you mindful of the green around?
Don't you want to look like a part of the crowd?

The rain wets you
and yet you are the same
So unaffected, how do you stay?
So brown
So still
So dry
Why do you not stay with the wind?
Why do you not house birds like them?
Do you like being so different?
Do you like to be this way?
Or do you silently accept you fate?

Don't you strive to grown again?
To produce leaves, flowers and fruits?
Don't you want to leave behind something?
for the world to remember you by?

Is is too much to bother?
Have you trued and given up?
Or have you always known better?

Are you waiting for sunshine?
Does the rain comfort you?
Is it warmth you long for?
Or is it moisture to hide your tears?
Does the rain not quench your parched throat?
Does the sunshine not help you grow?

You get wet quicker than the others
and yet you dry up faster too
WHy this need for instant gratification?
Or is it just less painful anyway?