the rain falls softer here.
not as if it wants to flood the earth;
only to nourish it.
this rain is forgiving;
church bells chime down the street,
even though it is midnight.
i guess they still have every right to be heard.
rivulets speed down the tar road
desperately trying to find something,
if i turn away from my window,
i forget it’s raining.
if people turn away from me,
they forget me