What is it about the rain that makes you blue?
Is it the sound of the comfort we once knew?
I listen to the water’s steady drum beat,
Sometimes growing loud, sometimes turning soft.
A tired sadness washes over me while
The puddles form and the water trickles by.
It is dark and grey in the daylight,
Although the sky remains a shade of white.
The yellow lights are on inside the house
Where I sit warm and dry, but still I sigh,
As the water drops slide down the window pane.
I watch as the free fluid world outside,
Wild and wet with the clear rain shine,
Seems lonely in the absence of other life.
Everything slows down waiting for the sun’s
Return and the steady rain no longer falling,
To hear once again the sweet songbirds calling.