And The Rain Poem by Daniel Wittfoth

Smoke circles in the air
from a cigarette left laying there

There is a tear
caught between-holding on-letting go

And the rain
it dances on the windowpane
Thunder echoes
like the slamming of the door-a clinched fist
Lightning flashes
reflections off a shattered mirror
Showing all-you fight to deny
cut lip-bruises-black eye
That whispered-inner voice
screaming-I told you so
And so and so
it comes and goes
Moments like this
fading now-already somehow
Like it never really happened again
until the next time
And the rain
it dances on the windowpane

A heart is torn
left on that long road-called sorrow

And the rain
it dances on the windowpane
Thunder echoes
like the slamming of the door-a clinched fist
Lightning flashes
reflections off a shattered mirror
Showing all-you fight to deny
cut lip-bruises-black eye
That whispered-inner voice
screaming-I told you so
And so and so
it comes and goes
Moments like this
fading now-already somehow
Like it never really happened again
until the next time
And the rain
it dances on the windowpane...