Dreams Rain Down

Slowly walking through, Head down, frown on. The pitter patter of the drops, The squeaking of boots. Lights illuminate the night streets, Cars flashing by, nothing but a blur. Eyes bouncing around the downpour, Fidgeting with emotions. The darkness appears, the rain veiled away. Eyes meet in the middle, hearts pound. Smiles sprout and arms wrapped, Feet step in time and rain echos. The cracked stepping stones and rusted door hinges, The chanting of arguments overpowers the joy. Now buried six feet underneath, Hidden beneath the shadows. Lips collide and the cold is melted. Eyes wide and hearts paused, The beat swirled into a remix. The song of the free is now sung. Between the raindrops, The beat quickens. Slowly and surely the pace morphs, The mood now a working symphony. The touch is releashed, The feeling now an memory. Once a spark, then a fire, Burning brightly with desire. Focus regains and all is gone, The room dark, the backround shadowed. The realization of it all, Just a dream, nothing more.