Downpour

I can ask her

to stay all I want;

but what man leaves

a woman alone in the rain?

Try as she may,

this cold rain

will never become

warm tears.

Mortals can only

deign

contest the designs

of the Divine.

But in this neverending

night, this eternal downpour,

there is no umbrella,

no overcoat to shelter.

There is only a

downpour;

this rain will never stop

and we can never smile.

If ever the Creator

felt remorse,

He’d at least send enough rain

to hide the tears of my body.