In the rain you lose the town.
The wind is up, people gone.
The streets are yours, yours alone;
Yours and the gloom that settled down.
In the wind you’re whipped about
With all your pasts in your soul
Blown exposed once again
To all old lingering doubt.
In the storm the colors fade,
Differences all the same,
Miserable, cold and wet
Blended in some pale lemonade
That you wear instead of drink.
It bleeds, it seeps, it soaks through
All protective covering
Till your spirit’s spirit sinks.
In this dim and dismal day
When all is so cold and dark,
Splash the puddles with your feet
And blindly go upon your way.
Photos: Downtown Lewes, DE in the rain taken by the author, February 2011.