rain water can up lift
or bring out the hooded jacket
it all depends on how you feel about rain
it gives the impression of tears
perhaps the sweat of lust
or a mind drowning in ideas
above black clouds are swollen bellies
filled with nighttimes fluid
like drunken men
the rain pours,
suddenly all over it ends
it ends abruptly,
a great big hush, as though
the war had just been lost
or a scream of voices had been
questioned into silence
or the last of the smoke blows
from the barrel of a gun,
like a breath