Rain...

Orange flares 
Hang still in indigo sky.
The still air crackles beneath my fingertips.
And I'm so jaded.
Pink jerberas drooping in the
afternoon heat.
Heavy Burgandy drapes smother my
senses. 
As I toss and turn in the settee
Trapped amidst shadows and
half-lit memories.

The house reels of decadence;
I inhale dust,the stench of stale
food and half-baked dreams!!!!
The television is forever on,
And I'm so jaded.
My imagination moribund.
I replay daydreams ,once so cherished,
The same people with different faces.
Different places with identical
tags of escape.
So I want some rain.
Hard rain.
A clean slate
No paper boats or puddle of mud or
piano tunes.
Just a world smelling of newness
- wet skies and a rainbow
to boost.
I walk down the street,
Aimless.
It's begun to pour.
The halogen light of lamp
lends an eerie afterglow and
Suddenly,
It's evening.
I watch as the rain dissolves in
a trillion droplets through the window...
Pensive.
Rain... evoking lost memories
and God knows what else.
Silently I sit and drink in the
coffee-smelling rain...