Soon the rain comes to wash away dust
Dawn till dusk; tatters the roofs
Clicking and clacking
Seeping and seeking a path
The light reflects in the night; its abstract
The rain in this city is most fitting
To match the tone of poverty and addiction
How many more will I lose
Brothers and sisters forever Im missing
The rain takes my pain and excuse
I spend time sitting and listening
Watching it drip drop off the rooftop
Down my window and into the gutters
I open my shutters for it is fresh like the worlds wounds
Dont worry; Im not in a hurry brother
But Im coming soon.
GoodnightNina. 