2003-05-25 - 8:08 p.m.
i glance outside and see the steady flow of rain,
like tears constantly flowing from the eyes of heaven.
when will it stop?
it saturates the Earth,
spreading its depressing light over everything.
what once was bright is now dark and dim.
the air is cold and damp,
like a frosty November morning.
we sit,
silently waiting.
waiting for the rain to turn to solid ice,
to pound down over our lifeless facade.
For snowflakes to race through the sky
and settle over the sleeping world,
a frozen shroud of despair.
