The rain sings its melancholy sonata
Cold rhythms on the window
Wanting nothing
Living only to fall

Yet reflected in the eyes of dreamers
Caught up in a lovers wasteland
Excused as pathetic, as fallacious
Feared for its callousness

The wind humming, indifferent
The clouds forming, dark and fearful
Brooding over the greyed universe
Obscuring the sun, the light, the peaceful warmth

Leaving solitude and oppression
Leaving fears of fate and significance
Leaving drops in lovers’ eyes
And gleams in lovers’ tears

A lonely rowboat lies on a dock
Beaten by the stormy rain
Afraid to sail and tethered to the wooden quay
Held there only by a frayed knot

Maybe it will make it through the storm
Maybe it will see the shining sun
The gleaming water
The harmonious songs of fishermen

But maybe it will sink
Drowned by the noise and the ferocity and the fearful wrath of the storm
The tempest
Rage

Maybe it will succumb
Maybe its fears will sink it
Lost to a grey world
Drifting forevermore