rain dance

A vile rain fell harshly
Dampening the broken pavement (broken by unyielding weeds)
Which grasps at my running.
I crash to the ground.

Towering above this forsaken alley,
The taunting skyscrapers mock me
All around my [rain blurred] vision.
I am unable to touch them.

The rain washes over me,
But it is not a cleansing wash.
This rain soils my clothes,
Disillusions my mind and body.

And though I try to escape the downpour,
And futilely try to pick up my [near dead] body,
Continue my run towards the resplendent towers,
I know my own rain dance will repeat.

                        again, and again…


© 1996-2001 by Joel Mathew Hegberg