Rain

As I look upon the mystifying rain,
listening to each droplet,
it runs to another,
races like desperate children fleeing conflict.

Yet isn't suffering more like a desert -
torrid, arid, deathly?
Or this - a swarming grey sky of storming clouds
streaming steadily?

The tentative tinkling
of trickling rain
fall
causes me to shudder;
a chill runs down my spinal
column.

Oh solemn rainy road,
you overcome me
like grief.
Oh rain.