Revenge against the Rain

By: Don Jaucian

Night
Time drains
The sound of calls
Echoing
Like a pleading song

Dark,
The air is thick
Damp with the night’s restlessness
Taking its toll on the ground

Alone
The trickle of raindrops
Drip
Drip
Drip

No other sound but the faint call

Of memories
Of sadness
Of movement

Drip
The perpetual gloom in my eyes
Drip
Another dream
Another false hope