Monday, 4 November 2013

Unrelenting Rain

I heard it in my dream last night,
The sound of rain,

It poured upon the plants
But the drops were far from quenching
Their thirst; it became them.
Their thirst became their death.
It dried their throats silently,
Until they choked;
And ran out of breath.

The plants are no longer now,
But there’s that sound again.

I hear it in my ears tonight,

The unrelenting sound of rain. 

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