Night rain gives a feeling
of a final farewell;
A wish, perhaps a regret of
things done or not - you really can't tell.
While the radio plays mood music
the rain in the lonely street lights
humming, drumming counterrhythms
with endless patience, ceaseless
fingertips on the long road.
Will you come walk with me
in the long gentle night rain?
Here we must part, say goodbye...
Tomorrow and tomorrow: Yes, there is
always another way
as the salty-sweet drops on my face
mix with fresh pure ones from the sky.
Come back, come back to me -
but the rain, the night rain
leaves no room for the
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.