Washed Away

Writing by the candles flame............pretty little light
The cool night breeze pushes and pulls on my lace curtains
In and out like they are breathing
The rain has let up.......a little
I see the lightning and hear the thunder in the distance
The frogs at the creek sing their song
Calling out to something that never comes
The smell after a storm is intoxifieing
The droplets play a tune on my tin roof
Wet little creatures scurry through the grass
They move quickly seeking a dry hole to hide in
The dark clouds suffocate the stars
Darkness is what I see all around me
But I can feel the rain slowly coming down
Washing away my deepest thoughts
And the dirt filled crevasses of my mind
If you have ever really listened to the rain
Listen to it's unspoken knowledge of the world
I hear death and suffering and the hatred
It speaks of loss and more is to come
And how our searching will only bring pain and heartache
We shall never find what we seek
And our journey will be short, as we become weak
No one really listens to the rain..........
For it is deafening