The rain falls softly
through the dusk and into the dark
so that I cannot see it,
only hear it, washing the night.
Will I dream tonight,
gentle, water colored dreams
that coddle my soul
so I awake smiling into a June morning?
I think not – there is a frisson
Of something, fine and strong
As a thread of steel,
Running through the rain,
Wrapping around and cutting into my soul.
The silk of the midnight rain
wraps a tiger’s tooth.
All of the gentle falling down rain
does not hide the sharp thing
that will rend my life and bring death
too near to me this soft summer night.
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