Rain

A splatter.
Pinpricks of coldness on my arm
The leaves whisper
The murmured drumroll
Of a lover's call.

Dark, dark depression
As dark as desire
Or hate
All consuming dark
Yet it cannot
Hide the brilliant sky.

A whispered breeze flies
High and wild and free.
It sings
Of joy and loss
And more than emotion can feel.

It comes now
A drak heart pulsing
Spreading its blackness outwards
Outwards
Until light dies.

Wet and cold it falls
Its staccato stutter
Muted.
The lovecry of thunder
And the singing wind
Has silenced it
Once and once again.
It cries
Floods of soundless tears.

Don't you want to scream?
To cry out against
The injustice of the world?
To fight
Till, exhausted, you fall?
Don't you want to rage
And rage
And rage
And purge your soul
Of rage?

Anger spent,
The wind sighs
One last tired grumble
And the rain's soft sashay
Swirls, and ceases.
The slick roads glisten.
High above,
White fire dries the land
And all is calm
Again.

Kei, 16/08/2007