Untitled - June 14, 2002
 
In the midst of the pouring rain,
the world is reflected in the shine
of a million raindrops --
cooling the lives
caught standing
in the night storm.
 
As the droplets slide
across an unmoving face,
a million expressions cross
hurriedly
in the pale moonlight.
 
Just as quickly as the storm moves in,
it disappears,
only the waiting remains
as the receding moonlight
seeks shelter
away from prying eyes.