Rain's patter gives way

to torrents, little rivers 

heading to the sea 

 It's Tuesday and I'm 

sipping tea thinking of home 

with parades and drinks

You can spend your life
between parentheses or
become the main clause

Drop kick the bucket

and push against the dark til

morning sunshine beams

Lovelorn or love lost

or busted flat by beaten 

hearts, you can still learn

Petals drop from the 

flower as nature's clock ticks

off waning days 

Rage against the sea

change from amber waves of grain 

to those of hatred