Rain

. . . it's raining . . voices of the dead in my memory . . and it's raining . . of my ever misery of eerie silence and sadness in my life oh little drops and clouds drifting . . rain falling . . . a whole melancholy of dead memories sad . . listen if it rains . . your regret and your grief it weeps ancient music listen to the drips f a l l tortured feelings . . . . ___________________________ November 3, 2019 Poetry/Free Verse/Rain Copyright Protected, ID 19-1193-477-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for FTI Blog Series 17 - Rain Brian Strand Podium Place 1 ____________________________________ Inspired by the poem, Ill Pleut, by Guillaume Appollinaire (his poem was written vertically on the page in French) I paraphrased some of his words but many are of my creation.