And dreary, buildings soaked, dripping,
trees bare, everything dirty, tainted.
Yesterday, I saw an infant child
playing with his puppy on the hot,
blistering sidewalk. Warmth surrounded
the adults who sat gossiping.
I love you, mother.
Instead of this, I sat on the window sill
humming a tune, softly, watching the
Necessities, necessities
rain gently kissing asphalt and grass.
I closed my eyes to run through the
dew-soaked meadow. Flinging myself to
the ground, feeling the moisture run its
Solitude, solitude
tongue along my spine. I must believe
in an end. I must believe in this bond.
Instead of this, I hate the rain.
It continues to fall on my window but I
want to look no more.
So much to do, so many questions.
Watch the rain fall
Run through the rain,
Until night may comfort us again.