Rainfall Down At The End Of Summer Poem by Alexander Foald

Rainfall down at the end of summer
The ticking droplets sound on the roof
The cold drains the insides of my head
Flushes down things I wanted to know for sure

Never believed something like miracle can occur
Never thought someone will come over and stay
Memories remain as we fade into the night
Nothing left but the pain and sickness of life

The lovely clouds darkened above the city
Painful lights coming out to sit and watch them gone
Just the gentle dim stands behind that little shadow
Wondering if somewhere will see the sun come again

Rainfall down at the end of summer
Tell me why I felt so suddenly sad and desperate
The cold fills the hole in my heart with hopeless feelings
That she might be thinking of me, somewhere in this city