Incessant rain pounds above me
Almost to the brink of madness
Like static on an old TV
Audible shroud of emptiness
Welcome relief from summer’s heat
Yet chills penetrate to the soul
I find it hard to be upbeat
With precious little to extol
The rain has outstayed its welcome
Blowing beyond the horizon
In the misty gloom I feel numb
To all attempts to enliven
© 2018 by Benjamin Goodrich
Vox Humbug 