Yesterday was a rainy day and I was having moody thoughts. There was a poem and it is always a tad worrying when the gloomy verse happens so easily. Ideas coalesce into words and words naturally form into rhyme and cheeriness be damned.
I didn't take any photos or do any painting of the rain, so the picture above must suffice. It's the darkest, rainiest one I have at the moment (from my recent visit to Brisbane where I spent my last day hiding from a thunderstorm).
As an antidote to my cloudy mood, I later drank wine and watched comedy shows on DVD so it's all good.
I can't think of a title for this one. Unless it's '-less'.
Palm-prints on the cooling panes,
As the warmth of a golden afternoon
Gives way to sudden rains.
As I wonder if more doors close behind me now
Than will ever open in front.
Meets a where-to-next refrain
While my I-have-no-idea-at-all sighs
Are lost in the noise of the rain.