The Song of June

She stopped amid her lonely walk, to heal her hopes as rain dropped. Singing the song of careless June, The rain drummed down the streets, covering yards of lifeless heaps. Then, it tickled her bare arms, embracing her against the harm, puddles engulfed her static feet- like a child holding onto mother's knees. Each drop caressed her skin, filling the gaping cuts within , Mist bathed her soul, making it once more, whole Rain cleansed her hands off blame, rubbing wounds of stinging shame, Erasing memory, Erasing for once, her existence.. then breathing back Life! Making her dance to it's tune, Rain sang the song of June, Rain sang the song of June..