On the concrete

Leaves blowing on the wind I I lie still on the hard concrete feeling the cracks beneath my finger tips I can hear blades of grass moving ever so slightly I feel drops of rain hit my face The clouds shift and dances above my eyes all these sounds and it couldn't be more quiet I lay on the hard concrete pondering why am I here Then getting distracted by the songs of birds the concrete is now wet and my face slick with rain drops