The Dirge of the Rain
"I like it when it rains hard.
It sounds like white noise everywhere,
which is like silence but not empty."
-Mark Haddon
And so it pours again
Tonight. Not champagne—
Just a cup of hot coffee
To drown what we used to be.
To the melody of white I weep,
Lying here so close to sleep;
With wet wings that can't fly,
Soaked clothes that won’t dry;
Rain that won’t cease:
Pain that won’t ease.
(29/5/2013)
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