(Featured in the book Between Darkness and Light, published by The International Library of Poetry.)

Loneliness

A mong cloudy skies,
Strong winds bend trees as they blow.
A cold night without a soul in sight,
As I walk without an umbrella.

Then rain pours down.
At first, a drizzle
Next, a downpour.
And all that matters is...

A single soul under the pouring rain
Wet with thoughts of you.

August 13, 1995
1:45 a.m.