One Rainy September Afternoon

Rain falling

like the story of my life

,in droplets,

in cascading downpour,

with occasional whispers

of a lonesome wind pulling

me into a deep slumber

of rest and respite

And then it thunders on,the sky,

and the rain,endless torrents of tears

seeping into every crack,

every break of my soul,

and then it happens--

night falls.

It finally ceases

the thunder and

the rain.

All is silent

save for the moon

beckoning me to wake,

rousing my soul from dreary sleep

.And then I do.

And this is when

lightning strikes again...