The patter of rain
Scrubbing storm drains , exposing
pain , creating explanations for -
insanity , revealing dark vanity
Droplets to the beat of any love song -
on the mind , streaming characters -
from another time , perusing empty -
houses , walking parks at twilight ,
looking down before streetlights
Just water .. A shower unlike any other ,
an example before young lovers , tokens of -
forever are a cover , candles o'er the lakes -
capsize then die , the widow is inconsolable -
for a short while with the continual tap-tapping of rain -
tonight