That petrichor scent;
Days utterly spent.
Rainfall,
Downfall.
Watching the midnight precipitation,
Staring back at us now from damnation.
Memories held in droplets, glistening
The shades speak; but no-one's listening.
Stalking the living, seen only in rain
Catch maybe a glimpse, then never again.
Perhaps they're just lonely, perhaps they're just lost.
Desperate to be noticed - at any cost.
Ghosts in the rain are not to be feared
But celebrated, noticed, revered.
Wet days or a dark haze
Do not always spell malaise.
They are but fragments of us, our pasts
Just wait and see how long the rain lasts.