Rain and You—Bob DCosta

RAIN and YOU

(- a poem on reflection -)

And then came the rains

and on the roof-top of your mind

they pitter-pattered

and they seeped into your veins

they crawled-rested

and they rested-and-crawled

they jealousied at you

for the coffee you tasted so selfishly

you only shared with 

you

your 

yourself 

till the rainy droplets

negatived by your non-sharing attitude 

turned to droplets of gluttony

and hatred

and greed

they let out silent cackles 

and when you put your head

on the rainy pillow of the night

you woke up 

and you were only a piece 

of dead firewood

then the witches and wizards of rain

buried you 

to be slowly bitten 

and eaten

by the residents of the graveyard soil

earthwormed 

snaked 

slimed 

decayed

your soul remaining non-resurrected...

(c) Bob DCosta

9th July, 2025, 6:42 a.m.