Rain Song

Spirits falling in puddles of grief,
disappointment drowning hope,
tissues soaked in sadness, umbrellas
raised in futile defense, ears closed to
the rain song. Eyes swollen, moist and red,
fingers gripping an offered hand, feet unable
to move, flowers surround, unseen by one who is
unaware of the rain song. Music, soft, sweet, and low,
prayers mumbled respectfully, love shared with family and
friends. Memories linger, vibrant and warm as hearts beat in
time with the rain song. Emptiness, loneliness yet to come, fears for tomorrow, tears for today, self-pity and doubt, anger and pain haunting and howling about in the wind unable to hide from the rain song.

Ruth Nott sums up my feelings for today.......May you rest in peace Kolten Range