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.