FOR IT RAINS NO MORE…

Gone are the days of umbrellas

And the little joys of pitter patter

The euphoria of puddles less cleaner

Splash crashing through craters

For it rains no more, like it used to

Gone are the memories of romance

And the moments of intimate chatter

The bread of hope with a spread of butter

Hastily gulping at the strike of hunger

For it rains no more, like it used to

Gone are the conversations of sweetness

And the laziness of evenings darker

The lightening of happiness glazing brighter

Caught from beneath a thatched roof for shelter

For it rains no more, like it used to

Gone are the innocent deeds of nascence

And the cluelessness of being a lone ranger

The taste of freedom growing better and better

Served graciously on a live sized platter

For it rains no more, like it used to

-vociferous