Rain
Always echoes of former thoughts
come driven by the storm
lost thunderings of some past love
rumble in the night dreams,
sounding fully in gentle words:
sand and sun are the time for fun ...
rainy days are like decaying ways
reminding that once the past was good
and might be great
while soaking things through
with present tense
and warning of future floods
To
or not to?
That is the only question
ten thousand raindrops
ask it in the night
sounding always echoes
of former things
--For LSC