The heels of flats beat.

Rain pours down like waves,

quiet on the cold definite streets.

The rain pats,

silence. Thoughts

plague the mind like fleas on rats.

Loneliness is felt.

As the sky transforms purple gray,

the ache melts.

Walking alone,

rain your only company.

The sun will soon be shone.

Home becomes near,

only place of contentment.

The pain sears.