Drippy weather

Raindrops keep falling on my head

down they drip,

falling, falling down my nose,

sinking their way down to the floor.

The water is steady, stable,

an endless procession of drips and drops

relentlessly abandoning the sky,

a stale slate of concrete, speckled with rain.

Clouds tumble on in,

a drawing of curtains

darkening the stage, all the streets.

The light dies with the minutes,

night finally pouring in, filling in the cracks.

The trees and their leaves shudder with the night,

for not even the trees

are impervious to this weather.