The rain falls without promise of end.
I feel the sound of past lives in the deluge.
Their footsteps fall against the window pane.

Outside the olive greens
Daunt me the subdued colors
the hues of haunting places.
But the ghost are inside the rainfall.

I pray to the God that sent the rain
purify me with your waters.
Send the light from a million stars
to warm my heart.

But the tears fall like the rain
down my cheeks.
leaving water stains
Like on a damaged photograph.