Despair

The slow steady drizzle of rain
mixed absently with my thoughts
seeped like the brown mud of time
into an open gutter

Tall trees with their finger-like branches
reached up to the ash-gray sky as if in supplication
to some unseen malevolent force doing dark deeds
gusting winds blew like the desolate cry of a beached whale
through the tops of lifeless trees

Doom and gloom ran thick in the air
like the dense, deep fog of night
Nothing to do but to sit and dwell of things gone by
and to watch the rain flow down the glass pane
like a tear down my cheek