Rainy Walk
On a cold, gray and cloudy day,
I went out for a walk
and spotted not a single soul
with whom I’d like to talk.
On this quiet misty morning,
the streets were black and bare.
With hands clenched inside my pockets,
I wandered in despair.
When icy rain began to fall
from the cruel clouds above,
I looked up at the scornful sky
And gave my fist a shove.
Like a boxer, I stood with arms
Punching at the heavens;
hopelessly praying a futile
prayer of depression.
In this dreadful dreary autumn,
without a word I begged
for salvation from the winter
and its soft snowy bed.
In spite of me the rain fell harder;
soon I was soaking wet.
My heavy head fell to the ground
and I’ve been walking yet.
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