tears 
  
warm breath on 
cool glass, foggy 
distorted vision. 
and rain. 
tap, tap, rap, tap, 
disturbing the peace. 
whooshing wind, 
dancing with the trees. 
dancing the 
rain dance. 
afterwards 
a clean smell, 
a straight-from-the-box-freshness 
of the world soaked in tears. 
tears of many men and of man and of 
the dead and dying. 
children in the rain. 
acid rain. 
and in pain. 
afraid of the world of hate. 
afraid of dark clothing and 
dark streets and closets. 
afraid of what they might 
become... 
and of what they are. 
and of what they've seen 
through the rain. 
  
and they rain... and rain... 
  
4/99 
  
1999 © Joshua Golden