while pieces of the rain remains
lost on the leaves – my tears hit the ground
slowly after they have painted my face

still more fragile;
thirsty for water as I keep my eyes open

searching for a picture of you, but the cloud's
tears mix with my own, blurring up my glasses

the sun had peeled away itself
blinded by a shade of heavy clouds – heavy emotions
as emotional as I get when I know you’re so far

it's raining and I need you

The dead woman’s cat in the furrows of the garden
does not let herself be picked up
although hungry and thin after five days
with the dead woman and a night in the rain.
It has gone to join the other feral cats
among the junk behind the house. To be outrageously
******. On my way to work I try to entice it
with false friendship, guilt that the dead woman is dead.

On my way home I buy a can of cat food
but can’t find the cat. I let her go
to her fate. Later that night I try again
but there’s a tom waiting in her place.

Maybe I could have saved her if I’d known
her husband overdosed last week. Just maybe,
no more.
I ask the neighbors what happened to the kid.
The kid lives with her grandparents, they just used her for welfare.

I used to say
Somebody dies every day, it’s normal.
Walking through a residential part of town
I frightened a cat into the street
where it was hit by a car.
The car drove on and the cat jumped
high in the air over and over to escape its pain.
I caught the cat and held it at the side of the road until it died
and left it in high grass behind a house, sorry I couldn’t do more.
A young boy on a bicycle stood nearby the whole time
and rode silently away.

I wake up to the sound of cars
driving through puddles,
Splashing me awake;
Whilst moments ago,
I was dreaming
Of somewhere far away.

The rain should be soothing,
As plump drops beat down
Persistent in their rhythm,
Hammering on the glass
Whilst I hide under covers
And I  do not wish to rise.

©️Lizzie Bevis

The rain cascades down in sheets
Drenching lawns and streaking windows
A lone figure traverses the maelstrom
Wading through the newly formed streams
Forging a path through the damp darkness
Droplets dance in the passing headlights
As cars cruised to their unknown endpoints
A streak of lightning divides the sky
The world reflecting her inner turmoil
Sometimes it's useless to seek shelter from the storm
And it's better to embrace
The cleansing power of rain

The beams of light are

extinguished by the dense rain --


and there's no hissing.