the rain falls mainly on the train

This is what it looks like on the train on a rainy day.

Fat drops of water pelt the windshield glass;

through the blur, people are color in motion.

The train doors whoosh open and shut

as the people of color hop on and off,

on their way to home, work, or secret destinations.

Some will find money or lust or murder  when they arrive;

others will be lucky and find love.

Those who only have lonely gray thoughts peer out the window

and wonder when the rain will stop to let sunshine in.

Below the train are streets filled with cars traversing

the city roads that wind, slick with moisture,

stretching time and the trip to wherever.

Yet the journey each one makes in their mind

is longer, more torturous in its windings,

more cunning in its twists and turns.

Far more devious are the journeys of the heart

and the color people cram the train cars hanging on to life

even as their hearts break and beg for another day, another hour

with the beloved.

Still the rain comes down relentless

washing away the doubt the sin the pain

until all that remains is the blur of love lost and gained

and beating hearts looking for the way home.

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4 Comments on the rain falls mainly on the train

  1. JoniB
    1 August 2010 at 11:31 pm (2976 days ago)

    Beautiful! As moody as the rain can be.

  2. Roman
    2 August 2010 at 12:28 pm (2975 days ago)

    Nice!!! You are the sunshine in the rain.

  3. pinoytransplant
    4 August 2010 at 10:10 am (2973 days ago)

    This piece is so beautiful. I think you just escalated your writing to the sublime.

  4. JennyO
    5 August 2010 at 12:30 am (2973 days ago)

    Thanks, Joni and Roman!
    pinoytransplant, thank you too! I am overwhelmed by your praise. :)

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