AUTUMN RAIN

*There is mournful cry in the Autumn rain.
Soulful rain.
Tap, tap, tapping on my darkened pane,
Window pane.
Cold winds whisk by with an icy breath,
With a wailing voice that whispers death.
Tree tops curve away from the sky
Bend and die.

What gives such sadness to the rain?
Autumn Rain.
It cries like a soul in human pain.
Soul in pain.

Frozen wetness chills the flowers heads
Ice cold upon the summer beauty
now lay dead.
It knows such beauty must decay.
Passing youth away.

I wish to know this autumn rain.
Endless rain.
Saddens my heart as it
streams down the pane.
Weeping pane.

Is it taunting the brown leaves that fled?
Watering gravestones
where more than grass lie dead.
Do they haunt our memories once again
In the relentless taunting autumn rain?
endless autumn rain.