What do I tell the Rain

As the rain falls,
I hear its voice call.
The faint whisper of a melody,
the pulse of the rain envelops me.
It speaks but I dont want to listen.
For it adds no comfort,
it just reminds me of what Im missing.
The sounds of kissing,
the sounds of hugging,
The sounds of bed sheets moving.
The sounds of the quiet storm grooving.
Yet, Im at a lost of words.
The quiet rumble of thunder is heard.
It doesn't sooth me or the pain.
Just what do I tell the rain?


Richard J Wright (2010)