undecided-

The rain cannot decide which way to fall.

Balling up and fraying in damp air- It flies like wispy mist and whirls its fingers tips.

The rain cannot decide which way to fall.

It hangs it's fragile coat on thinner spiderwebs and dribbles down the tiles to sit on gutters, swinging dangly legs.

The rain cannot decide which way to crawl.

You’d hardly feel it on your lashes it's so undecided and two minded. Double standard and two sided.

The rain cannot decide which way to fall… if it had a say at all.