RAIN
Standing in the rain, a company of one,
In the middle of a two way street,
Stars form where headlights and raindrops meet,
And the cold seems to speak your love language,
For a minute fit in the uncertain arms of a second,
Time grew legs and stood still in front of you,
Every rushing whirl of wind or thunder,
Demoted into the background, white noise,
The soft pitter-patter of raindrops,
Beginning to sound like footsteps,
Images of little children running in play,
Their little feet painting the gravel, youth,
A soft breeze takes and kisses you lightly,
Ruffles its touch through your clothes,
The dampened linen on your shoulders,
Never felt any warmer,
Your breath is slow,
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale,
Is this peace? Is this pause?
Is this what silence sounds like?
But within you, the knock resounds,
A soft rap on the little doors inside,
Your coat hugs you a little tighter,
And your chest feels a little lighter,
A droplet escapes the confines,
A warm trail down to your chin,
The snow thaws from your heart,
At the thought, a tingle on your skin,
In spring you bloomed in blight,
Almost a mildew to your glow,
Again, you were the only one,
Again, you ebb and flow,
Let it wash over you,
This summer rain,
For you will not fall,
When winter comes again,
~Frankhie
