a girl was making a fire
people were stamping their feet
all I could see was a swirling grey mistshe said
the storm is still raging
a sort of gypsy looking woman
who always wore the same puke-green pea coat
she was adamant
she expected me to make a decision
but you can't sleep with things like that
she left alone that night
so I didn't get to her before she died
but it set me to thinking
after she'd gone
that no one I'd ever made love to
had croaked yet
far as I knew
still living their lives
with some nameless face
or faceless name
still
they're dead to me
i stepped into the misty haze
i turned to see Noah's Ark
standing in my path...
extending me safe harbor?
it is a crime to take your own life
and sometimes a tragedy not to
bad manners to joke about a thing like that
i turned away from the vision
i lifted my face to the sky
blue lights flickered from overhead wires
i knew that it was dangerous
i closed my eyes
the best kind of oblivion
i saw the sunrise and the sea
i tasted the rain
i saw the passage of all my empty days
i almost forgot that i was running
Author Note: One Night In The Rain is not derived from any actual incident. The narrator is a character. But as every writer knows, there is a little of ourselves in each of our characters. .
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