A Ghazal for December

A Ghazal for December

The sound of the steady December rain,

Leaves in an eddy and December rain.

The tick-tock of the clock seems to have stopped

While in stillness I remember the rain.

The world’s filled with the cruel and many fools,

But there’s the stochastic sound of the rain.

I read a tweet that I quickly delete

While I’m walking in the wind and the rain.

Awake at night, I turn on my room’s light

And there’s the fantastic sound of the rain.

I heave a sigh for a lover who died

And recall the lullaby of the rain.

My name is Jim, I seek shelter within –

There are so many voices in the rain.