CAN YOU HEAR IT?

do you see the rain?
I can see it very well though

the persistent
drops
falling against my windowpane

I wish it shatters
into a million pieces
it has already crashed into my
reverie

you don’t see the rain?
I can feel it
in every
vein
in every part of
my body
I can sense it
beating nonchalantly
against the
unyielding glass

I relish it
relish in the
damp scent
relish in its
humming
but you don’t

things have been quiet enough now
lets break the silence
or at least
let us welcome The
Rain

but no
you don’t hear it
you won’t
hear of it

you would rather
continue
this
infinite stretch
of hushed silence

the rain though, it seems
has conspired against you

did you hear that sound?
I think those were
applause

HUSH

let me open my lips
let me dig my
mind a little
I have
words,
oh yes I do

I am standing
in the limelight,
in the dead
center of your
sight

my trembling
fingers,
my
vacillating
lingers
scorching
in this blazing heat

hushed, I am
however otherwise
my futile energy
pretends,
my
mortality

let me articulate
those syllables
those
gullible
lines

oh,
yes
I do have them. . .

though
the words are
twisted

don’t hush me
it has been quiet enough now