He spent his last moments under the rain. Those raindrops reminded him of the songs of a thousand voices in his head. He had hoped things like these would stop...

...She sensed
wickedness
in her dream
It wasn't time yet
but she struggled for
light...

...Flood came like washed out memories. He remembered when the flowers withered when night came. He stood motionless anticipating the drown. Ironically he smiled...

...She had always
believed in miracles
Though
she never knew
the taste of it
her hopes were strong...

...Time had stopped. Everything came back... everything. He knew that regrets would never taste sweet but never thought they could make him cry. And so he cried without the rain...

...Down on her knees
the wound was
deep
She wanted to cry but
they would see her
It rained
and she smiled...