throwing stones
against your window

waiting for you
to open the door

(D. James)

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)

odd streaks
splash the window

a dark
stark beauty

not so
when you’re
out in it

(D. James)

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)

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 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)

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)

I am shirtless
and grateful
on the other side
of the window

(D, James)

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)

Images of trains
and the rains

Send me
to sleep
with words
I do not understand
but the feeling
is there

(D. James)