Raining Poem by Jon D. JENNINGS

Icy needles skin prick
Their way into my mind,
The gray ghost slithers
Its way down mirrowed streets
As chill thieves sneek into marrowed
Chambers and steal warmth.

Rain, raining, rain, spong earth
Turning to mush, oozing around souls that
Slip-slide on their way to no one cares.

Thoughts hidden under silk canopies rush along
Giving no notice to the dreams and hopes others.
Swish, swish they rush along
Passing and receding away
From one another into the arms of
The waiting gray ghost.