Rain Black and Gray

Each drop contains
A black grain of misery

All the world’s pain
And none of its sympathy;

...

Predictably,
It’s pouring again
Beating a rhapsody

A tin pan cacophony

Down narrow alleyways
And lanes that never end

Except at the bay

Where they blur into a haze
Of sky and lake

And disappear in the turbid water’s wake.

...

Of windless drizzle
And matters dark and dismal
I write

Of improbable men
Burdened with sins

Of mundane crimes
Too trite to recite

They all close in tonight

Remind me
Of what I’ve been
And how little it means

This love
I can’t requite.

...

Sadly, for me,
Hope has dwindled
To a sad train whistle

Borne on the rain
From far away;

...

So, here's to us—

For all the times
I tried to make amends
But failed

And all the ways
I went astray

I’m here
In a dirge of fog and rain
Abandoned
In a world black and gray,

On my own again
Still trying to find my way.