It was the inevitability of rain
And its unbridled beads of pearls
Kissing my parched window sill
That percolated inside the crevices
Of my temperamental mind.
The sunless sky unlit my listless eyes
Pouring heavily from the looming clouds
The morning coffee looked just as dismal
As the free-flowing muddy waters
Receding toward an abyss of false finality.
Each sip echoes the pitter-patter
But the drink unstripped better in memory
The aftertaste left much to be desired
Like the bitterness of unwelcomed hellos
That came after our sun-kissed goodbyes.