Rainy and Roaming
My thoughts on rain are always slain
By busy men walking down the street
With umbrellas high, tilted one side
Not caring for a gloomy morning greet
My thoughts on rain are seldom feign
I hate the patter on lazy afternoons
But as night falls, the memory crawls
Of sliding skin and slow, fleeting tunes
My thoughts on rain are of no gain
As I see the clouds grey but blue
They seem confused when they diffuse
Some pain and life into the hue
My thoughts on rain are wholly ingrained
Into the window panes of my room
They know my smirk, when the thunders jerk
And my caustic weaving bloom
My thoughts on rain do not blame
The bleaching of the colours I see
Some are washed away, some gasping lay
With my thoughts bleeding from me.
Copyright © Iman Roy | Year Posted 2016
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