Rain

Drops in the heights of the sky
The nimbostratus up nigh
Clouds crawling
Mist falling

Rain

Hid in the depths of the mind
Images creating grind
Soul vying
Heart crying

Bane

Once known, then lost, child’s wet play
Victim to time, become gray
Remembrance
The chain dance

Pain

Years pass too fast, quick, speedily.
There will be no remedy
For the heart’s malady
Nor satisfaction
Of wistfulness.
Finances
Call,

Remain.

Refrain

Abstain


But Rain!