It's Raining & I'm Listing to Jazz



It's raining and I'm listening to jazz.
The sky waterfalls.
It's raining and I'm listening 
to jazz,
and the music speaks.
It speaks to me of a secret moment.
It haunts me of a time that was
of a lover, of her touch,
of a lover, I missed so much.
Of a moment when there was no night
it was timeless and ours.
The jazz man on the dial
makes me smile and
another tune rolls away.
And the bebop groove of beat, 
beat in sounds, takes me away
again to the space of before.
The moisture ripples
and runs in micro rivers
down the smooth flat landscape
of my window.
The sky flashes,
like the camera of the gods,
and I get to actually see the rain
as it storms across the night
and my memory. But only
for a brief second...just a glimpse..
I lay back and rest my head
away from the outside..
A horn wails a lullabye from
a cheesy speaker in a clock radio.
Glowing red digits in the dark
telling it is near 2:30 in the morning.
I try to relax and become tired
and night dreams come and take me
away to a secret time,
where it is raining
and I am listening to jazz