Spirits
falling in puddles of grief,
disappointment drowning hope,
tissues soaked in sadness, umbrellas
raised in futile defense, ears closed to
the rain song. Eyes swollen, moist and red,
fingers gripping an offered hand, feet unable
to move, flowers surround, unseen by one who is
unaware of the rain song. Music, soft, sweet, and low,
prayers mumbled respectfully, love shared with family and
friends. Memories linger, vibrant and warm as hearts beat in
time with the rain song. Emptiness, loneliness yet to come, fears
for tomorrow, tears for today, self-pity and doubt, anger and pain
haunting
and
howling
about
in
the
wind
unable
to
song      hide            
rain    from          
the           

©2007, Ruth Y. Nott

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