I woke up to a sun-less morning
the gray and white sky beckons a crack
to let a shimmer of light
peep momentarily.


It started to pour
with no caveat, so sudden.
Now my scene is curtained
by countless strings of rain.


I head outside,
to see what raucous it has made.
Twist the knob of my creaky door-
this door where no one
but the wind has opened.


The ground is smoking
When dust meet rain
The trees raise their branches.
The stone darkened from color,
to where it was once pale.


But what stuck my eyes the most
is a man running.
His hair heavy and damped.
With every trudge he made
a splurge is sure to follow.
In haste he ran
Against the breeze,
against the road,
against the rain
Hoping he'd save a dry spot.


I followed him in sight
to where i wished he'd stop.
If only i headed outside a little sooner
I would have said to him to just walk
For no matter how much he sped,
it will still be raining up ahead.


©deluterio2010