standing outside
in the rain
throwing stones
against your window
waiting for you
to open the door
(D. James)
standing outside
in the rain
throwing stones
against your window
waiting for you
to open the door
(D. James)
when it rains
it rains
for days
on end
seems like
it’ll never
let up
then
suddenly
without warning
clouds part
stars appear
and the wind
slows to a whisper
everything
is as it was
as it should be
and tomorrow
the sun will shine
(D. James)
Misty rain
falling all day
and through
the long night
odd streaks
splash the window
a dark
stark beauty
not so
when you’re
out in it
(D. James)
The rain falls
like anger
fierce thunder
barks
the air
thick and wet
Black streets
reflect lamplight
hard sound
of water falling
from a long way up
Tortured soul
of weather
wrestling
with the city
tonight
as if the sky
hurt and afraid
needs to be heard
wants its wrath
to be known
exerting some
momentary sense of control
only to lose
against the granite
and steel
blacktop and brick
The hard city
that falters in flood
but never ever
gives in
never loses
the war
(D. James)
like a dog
that won’t come
a bird
that refuses
to sing
or a cat
that won’t hunt
what if
I just sat here
all damn day
listening to Nina
the sound
of all that pain
washing over me
like rain
(D. James)
If the rain falls up
from the street
does it mean
the world is
upside down?
If things work out
in my favor today
does it mean
tomorrow they won’t?
Is it really
how I look at it
or simply how it is?
would I even know
the difference?
(D. James)
dirty white t-shirt
watching out
the monday morning
window
the rain reigns
comes down
as if trying
to snuff out
the fires of hell
damp chill
numbing
chapped digits
waiting for something
like the sun to appear
let us know
the world
will be alright
(D. James)
all the elements
are here
heavy rain
fierce wind
bending trees
blowing leaves
I am shirtless
and grateful
on the other side
of the window
(D, James)
I want my life
to be like running water
flowing easily
down through
the cracks
and coming to rest
in a great natural pool
where the sun will shine
evaporating me up to the sky
becoming ominous clouds
then fall like rain
to begin again
(D. James)
Up late
listening
to Hindi singers
Images of trains
and the rains
Send me
to sleep
with words
I do not understand
but the feeling
is there
(D. James)
rain and coffee
waiting for the sun
in my mind
driving through town
on a warm day
smoking one last cigarette
hoping the clouds away
being here now
letting it wash over me
(D. James)
gray clouds
wait all day
for the rain
wind picks up
weeps heavily
with the sound
of flapping flags
and water on pavement
people run for cover
as the world
becomes glossy
(D. James)