There’s something about the rain
both haunting and enchanting
Some method of self-sacrifice
as expression of emotion
I’ve found myself in downpour
chasing a woman’s love
so many times in my life
we’re far beyond coincidence
There’s some meaning here
dancing between stormclouds
some melancholic memory
of willing commitment
to places and things beyond and beneath
From then to now I drift
swept away by the water’s edge
Someday I’ll be able
to set aside the chasing
and maybe then I’ll find some comfort
in the cold and wet dark days
instead of always drowning
lost over my head