The last of the day's light
lingers on the horizon.
I could be in any town
after an afternoon thunderstorm,
followed by sideways heavy rain
tapering off to a gentle patter
on our broken roof,
any town, village or city
that has trains traveling through,
predictably, precise,
unlike most happenings in my life
at this particular time.
Planes fly loudly overhead
in the darkness
while cars and trucks splash
the rain on potholed asphalt,
a pleasing sound that crescendos
then subsides, like gentle
ocean waves on faraway sands.
Which songs do you sing
alone in such rain?