Rain
For a long time I walked
Alone, on an empty street
The wind tore at my hair
Stung my cheeks.
Moving from shadow to shadow
As one of them
Beyond hope -
Beyond memory
The cold rain permeates my skin
Rushes to my heart
Flowing through its empty chambers
I scarcely feel it.
My body is a vessel
A cracked clay vase
Left carelessly by the doorstep
Slowly filling with twilight and rain.
Driving out my pain
My desolation
Until nothing remains
But hot tears on my cheeks
Blown on the wind
Like rain
Carried with the storm.
--M.S. Faour (2003)