Words written in the Rain...

I had started this poem some to ago and found these last days to complete it. It is simple in its form but contains so much of what I wish to convey. It's satisfying in this form to set her off on her own;



Words just Written
(prior to being washed away by the rain)


The rain,
rains in its usual,
unusual, slanted
way. Seeping into
the slightest of window cracks
and, ... too, ... the mind
continues... and, throughout....
almost transparent in the dank,
dark uncertain night. No moon,
nor stars, nor a sole in sight. Pelting
beads of mere water– pelting its drone
like sweat – like old, old memories, haunted
against a house of shingled consequence.
(Inside the listener listens). Seeing more in such
darkness of flight, his troubled life...