Raindrop

Rain explodes
Rain ignites the murmurs of a thousand zombies
Rain pierces the cracked stones
Raining phantoms descend from heaven's abyss

Rain great
Rain small
Rain tumbles
Rain falls

Rain loses feeling when it loses momentum
Rain consumes a tiny fraction of my soul
Rain discovers how close I came to death as she knelt on the roadside bursting her heart
out to silence while
Rain pattered in the distance, closing gaps of leagues to mere decibels
Rain was inspiration for the soft whistle made to a shirtless man prodding at a vulture's
corpse which would become carrion when the smell of
Rain brought it to some brothers' nostrils
Rain, the same, rain, that softens hatred
Rain that creates a sheet between myself and a
Rained out pasture, in search of answers, but
Rain is putting out the flame

My eyes were reflecting
Fires of midnight
A flicker
Of passion tempered
Like hot steel
To a fine point
And etched edges
So not to betray myself
I turn away
And flee
Into the darkness that

Rain cannot hide from
Rain invisible, shadowed by unseen stars
Rain left to destroying the dance candle of my
Rain marking the boundaries from dawn to vespertine
Rain disappearing at night because the deaf man with the seat-belted shopping kart
cannot hear
Rain so heavenly to my ears, majestic in principle and harmony
Rain hindering the raven's flight, when it surged forth from hiding to prey upon a
Raindrop with his talons, which provided just enough sustenance to allow him to forgive
The rain