(WHO ARE "THEY"?)
THE SOUND OF "THEIR" DAY...
A man stands in the rain crying... So much water, and he wonder's if anyone knows he was crying.
So stoic is he.
A man standing on a street corner reminiscing over life and the consequences... The eventualities and the awful reality.
Babies born to die while in pursuit of life.
A man standing in the rain drowning in the pain.
In the rain there is movement, all around, the day doing its thing.
The man makes no attempt to escape the rain, in fact he seems to revel in it, to become a part of it.
He sees her, her movements so fluid that they seem feline.
Such femininity and he raises his arm, drops fall from his fingertips and meld with rain on its way down.
Gravity.
The way of things.
Her kiss is as light as a drop of softest drizzling rain and it soothes the mans pain...
She looks at him with overstanding and he in turn grows stronger... His heart is slowed and breathing calmed as the rain continues to fall.
Glistening in her hair, dropping from the naps.
Her eyes, and he wonders does she cry along with him.
So hard to tell as the water falls all around them.
He is suddenly overcome by emotion and he raises his hand and rubs her hair, he marvels at its softness and he pulls her to him.
They cling to each other as a bus passing by reveals the passengers looking at them in bewilderment.
These two hue-mans embracing in the rain.
It running in rivers down the gutter.
They do not say anything, these two as a flash of lightning precedes the rumble of thunder.
He looks at her and suddenly finds himself unafraid, she has that effect on him.
She has since ancient times in his mind, in his way of reasoning.
He loves her so and still he says nothing.
She looking at him overstands.
Him and his pain.
The rain continues to fall sideways as he takes her hand and they turn.
They walk away melting into the driving rain.
