Parting Rain
Just threw this on the screen as I sat here staring out the window:
Swoo-ish. Swoo-ish. Swoo-ish! The sound of worn drops parting on the pavement. Like strange bugs with bright staring eyes, they cut through the wetness, marching endless on past my eyes. One after another through the gloom of night and firey street light. They pass never blinking, never seeing, they fade into the distance with hot glares behind.... Then a lull while the rain pitter-pats cleansing the world. It's gentle and soft, quieting the frantic energy left behind. Almost sad as everything settles. I :sigh: There is a shiver. Then eyes appear in a line and pass on by, carrying with it my thoughts in rainy cries.
Swoo-ish. Swoo-ish. Swoo-ish! The sound of worn drops parting on the pavement. Like strange bugs with bright staring eyes, they cut through the wetness, marching endless on past my eyes. One after another through the gloom of night and firey street light. They pass never blinking, never seeing, they fade into the distance with hot glares behind.... Then a lull while the rain pitter-pats cleansing the world. It's gentle and soft, quieting the frantic energy left behind. Almost sad as everything settles. I :sigh: There is a shiver. Then eyes appear in a line and pass on by, carrying with it my thoughts in rainy cries.