Rain
Outside the windows,
A breath beyond the grasp;
Gazed upon by mountains.
Of  solitude impregnated in silence.
Rain , they say ,
Washes out.
Rain pours on ,
And on.
An embrace beckoning ,
But never  receiving.
Senses strive to dissolve,
For once and ever.
Cold refuse to penetrate,
To the longing marrow.