Some Rainy Poetry
And the cold waters will sweep you away
Fanged wind A body-full of shrapnel Danced through our streets
Rain washed away Our sorrow Soaked the Sallow soil Children play On fallowed ground So we weep And still it rains
Through the rain sheeted window, satined with steam, she watched him approach. Step by laborious step. He was not of this world. Not of this gravity.
Each rain drop took a particle A tiny piece of her Carrying it away Down the gutter
Cruel shadows Reached across the windows Black and aimless Figures of terror Driven by the wind
This is a vibe that I thoroughly enjoy. Read it to some noir jazz I have playing in the background. 👌