Night rain gives a feeling

of a final farewell;

A wish, perhaps a regret of

things done or not - you really can't tell.

While the radio plays mood music

the rain in the lonely street lights

humming, drumming counterrhythms

with endless patience, ceaseless

fingertips on the long road.

Will you come walk with me

in the long gentle night rain?

Here we must part, say goodbye...

Tomorrow and tomorrow: Yes, there is

always another way

another day

another wish

as the salty-sweet drops on my face

mix with fresh pure ones from the sky.

Come back, come back to me -

but the rain, the night rain

forbids

leaves no room for the

other rain.