Spatters of rain fill the night, beating on the window
as I watch the torrents wash away the dust of the day
The street lamp sends out glimmering mirages
of light
that transforms the scene into a haunted vision

I am shaken from my reverie by a blast of thunder
and flashes of white lightening that fills the street and then is gone

Once again it is the rain and I, seemingly alone in a world of light and shadow
past and present, the ghosts and the living

The night, the rain and memories
old friends passing the time
of the heart