Rain is falling
Hard and measured
Dancing on the kerb
Clumsy in its harshness
Heavy footed
Quite disturbed.
The day has lost memory
Finds no need to name
As that battering
Of droplets
Seems more like tears
Not rain.
The gutter a river
Twisting, turning, stout
Committing suicide
In the drains
When in
No way out.
It leaves
No bleeding note
No declaration
Or threat
Merely fell
Without regret.