Rain


For me, the rain creates a sense of nostalgia
for things that have never happened.
Like looking back on something unknown,
with a sad smile-
remembering,
and not knowing what for, this
just
beyond the horizon of thought.
The gray drizzle,
the black downpour,
the opaque tempest,
the sunlight rain
draws from me an understanding, this
just
fleeting, unspoken loss.
And it reverberates,
every day in our
dulling,
outside the sun-
from when we once
danced open in the rain.

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