Wasting time with Jet

It’s twenty after 6pm, I’ve been cramped on an A train since I got on at Times Square. Getting off at my station, I exit off the train move up the platform and make my way to the stairway to the outside. I notice several people hesitantly climb the steps while others open up umbrellas. “Just a light sprinkle..” I thought, it was drizzling a little bit when I got off work downtown. I ascend the stairs into a downpour, the water’s hitting the cement at a high speed velocity making it look like lines of white. My stride is unchanged as my walk home is only a couple of blocks from the station. The rain immediately collects on my sunglasses that I wore despite the cloudy day, my shirt dampens and begins to cling on my dense hardened skin. People are scattering everywhere as the rain intensifies, I show no sign of annoyance and continue walking. Then it hits me, “He’s mad at me…” I whisper to no one. HE wants to show his discontent. Fine by me. Water streaks across my eyes, I’m practically blinded, but I walk as if it was a clear day. I blink repeatedly, but it just make my eyes burn with irritation. My hair becomes matted on my head like a damp brilo-pad as the rain pours down harder, and harder. A sneer of contempt emerges across my face, “Is that your best?”, I mumble. “Is that all you got, huh?”. This is nothing, you think I’m perturbed by a mere drenching? You think soaking me is gonna me forget about all you’ve put me through? You’re gonna have to do better than that! I can take it. You think this is gonna give me the sniffles by tomorrow morning?, HA! I got a healing factor that’ll make Wolverine jealous. I rarely get sick, all the germ filled people on the subway, I touch the poles, I sit on the seats…nothing. You can’t get me with your little rain storm, you’re always coming up short, you know that? Over 20,000 die in a tsunami and does anyone blame you?, no! It wasn’t you that time, right? It was just a very bad day, riiiight.. Be there any day you take some responsibility for once! Say, “Yeah I did it!”, “It was me, it was my doing, it’s ALL my doing!”, but no, not you…you wouldn’t take any credit if it was given to you, you’re a coward. You created man and then created women and then gave them the responsibility to populate the earth, WHY COULD’T YOU DO IT YOURSELF! No love, no marriage, no consummation, no procreation, no childbirth, just *POOF, you’re here, make the world a better place. Why give us the task that you yourself started? What kind of Half-Assed attitude is that? It’s lazy, and irresponsible and that goes back to ACCEPTING responsibility, that was your first mistake, not admitting that you fucked up, just a little bit. But I guess that’s the price we pay for YOUR screw ups, a life of uncertainty, a life of doubt, a life ruled by fear, because in the end that’s what YOU use to control us, FEAR. Fear of dying, fear of our children dying, fear of being alone, it’s what makes us weak. And as I finally make my way home, on this rainy day, as the water stings my eyes and pours down my back to the crack of my ass, I know…I’m afraid…and that’s why…I have nothing but contempt for you, and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind.