The smell of raindrops stench a sad aroma
It eats at the nerves of my nostrils as if the onset of influenza
Would come as a sniffle the next morning
The rain, as they drip-drip-drops, I could hear tears
Falling somewhere remote, unreachable
Untouchable, coming from such a hollow
That remains unrecognized, unacknowledged
It’s almost a call, a knock, the rain drip-drip-drops
On surfaces, spaces left unoccupied
Left unmanned, unloved—left—once shared
It drips quite lonely on sad surfaces, the raindrop
Falls, bounces, scatters to pieces to unknown circumference
I listen from deep within, the echoes of something
From somewhere, what a sad song it is
The melody of something dripping on a sad surface
Unoccupied, unmanned—one we once shared