Downpour Reflections

Last night’s rain dripped softly, a lullaby for the street,

a mirror of life in the gutter, sorrowed and sweet.

I lean down and peer through the murky glass

where puddles collect what the storm left to pass.

The rivulets of memories dance like forgotten dreams,

as lightning illuminated the remnants of schemes.

Garbage stuck like guilt in the slow, swirling mess,

and everything feels heavier, each thought I suppress.

A flash reveals shadows, ghosts of yesterday’s plight,

and I wonder what burdens have been washed out of sight.

The world swells with questions, unspoken, unseen,

as the gutter whispers secrets where sorrow has been.