Whistling winds
Waves rippling over the surface
Whispering leaves glossed over
When did the breeze stop swaying us?
Why is the rain no longer a lullaby?
What caused the silence in the midst of a song?
Who changed us?
I see mass fog and dim street lights
A forest somewhere beneath it all
An elevated view of grey nothingness
Evokes no emotions
Enchants no mind
Epochs of reality diluting my once vivid imagination.
So, βrain, rain, go away!β
R. A. Douglas