Twilight's Rain

Twilight's rain by kkc

The sound of the fat, crisp, frigid raindrops
smashing down from the sky in the twilight.
In the air there is the peaceful hum of quiet.

It is darkest before dawn, but is it really?
The brightness of this space in time is
radiantly shining down on me.

My eyes focus in the dark and see the clarity.
Sounds are quietly whispering in my ear.
A big stinging truth lies in this colorless space.

Reality is harsh yet silently subtle.
Maybe the rain is here to cleanse the wounds.
The anticipation of future time is eminent.

All that dead activity in the past is lurking here.
Those shapes surrounding you are unfocused.
In your mind you see things conjured from air.

Drip drop splat, time is coming.
The next day's promises await your arrival.
Raindrops are drying up, light is pushing.

Your new dawn comes after an eve of black.
No one can rescue you, no need to.
When the rain goes, there will be light waiting.