Listen to the Rain


Listen to the rain fall with a jocund patter

on silver panes casting a velvet clatter aloof

of daily concerns of men, women, and beast.

Listen to it come in a breath so still

whetting stone on cold dale and blazing hill.


Listen to the rain fall in your sodden heart

falling gracefully in a graceless part of you

plagued by clear panes of silver-white light

and tear stained like porcelain cheeks

of stone cherubs crying, crying for weeks.


Listen to the rain fall upon your weary roof

of moss-stained tiles hanging aloof of your

strife and cold-splintered heart in your hearth

of washed down charcoal consumed in dirt

under vacant existence, a time called hurt.





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About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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One Response to Listen to the Rain

  1. MuserScribe says:

    This is beautiful …


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