WITH THE RAIN

It has never rained again
like it did that day....

The afternoon was crying and
kissing the pavement in between the black umbrellas,
and the window panes
dusted off their crystaline sorrows.

Water took
all the weight of silence...
And thundered,
and dragged the good and the bad
banishing to oblivion.

Each raindrop
seemed to escape from sky
and rushed with some stolen treasure
by the way
to be lost after
between the meandering streams.

Then came for you
seducing you by promises
full of wet dreams.
You went with the rain
(so maybe stolen).

Today itś raining again,
but only as the memories
rain down...