the rain

things were said
that ended it,
and then it rained
it rained for days.
the water rushed
down the black
streets, never ending,
you could hear
the roar from three
floors up
you could see
the people bent
over in the wind,
with black umbrellas,
their pants wet,
their dresses
soaked and stuck
to their legs. it
rained and rained,
there were no birds
to speak of, no
stray dogs that week,
the world seemed
to be waiting for
the rain to stop,
for the silence of us
to end.