The Rain

When the clouds

Roll in

Yet again

Stripped of my sun

The sky a diffuse

Smothered light

Brings with it

The rain

Each drop

Its own intending

Memories

Hopes

Suffering

Comfort

Intermingled contrast

Bound by familiarity

Eyes fixed to the ceiling

Cheeks damp

Waiting to disappear

A symphony of drops

The only solace