This is a poem I wrote for my English class:
Black Hole of Rain
It has been raining mostly,
Clouds hover darkly, winds rustle the trees
In constant streams. Distant lights from the street
Flicker and vanish.
Standing by the door, chills creep through its crack
Tickling my spine.
A rumble escalates as it passes overhead,
Pans and is gone, then pans again
Till I’m left with patters of raindrops
like ticks of multiple clocks.
Here I pray that none whom I once loved
Is dying or lying still awake as I,
Solitary, listening to this rain.
How can I find you
When lightning threatens a safe return,
When waterfalls drench life bare?
This world seems more beautiful,
More luscious, more loveable,
When sun lights, clears this pain
As I wait here, hoping you return again,
I stare into a black hole of rain.