This sunless morning of clouds and possible rains,
To cool the streets and flush out the cluttered drains,
Will the wind come to scour the dirty red bricks
And shake the trees knocking out the old dead sticks.

Will it catch me and drench me as I wait on the street,
With nowhere better to go to and no one to meet.
Then when rained upon and breeze blown to dry
Will any one have noticed this was my time to cry.

This sunless morning of clouds and possible rains,
Will it flush away my loneliness and lingering pains
Scour my sadness with it’s cool and pure drops
Making the aching I’m feeling to finally stop

Will the rains pass on and clouds give way to the sun,
Another day in the light and still being no one.