RAINY BLUES (POEM)

pitter-patter
comes the rain.
huddled against
the tin house,i await;
drenched, desperate, disillusioned.
lonely at heart.
i believe still, the
clouds will roll by.
but some memories
they just refuse to die.
i cry a silent tear,
becomes one with the rain.
it gives me shivers.
come back into my life.
for more than anything else,
i need you for warmth.