Rain Reflections

Rain Reflections

As the clouds drift slowly past the moon,
I cannot help but think:
this might be the most beautiful night
of all the nights I have ever seen.

The heavy scent of rain surrounds me,
while the sidewalk sparkles with a thousand reflections
of the street lanterns on the pavement,
under my feet like black crystals.

I hear raindrops dripping from the roofs,
a chaotic melody of
happiness and melancholy,
both in my heart as I listen to their song.

The stars above me resemble the ground below.
The universe is watching, observing,
never judging, because who am I
to win its attention in the first place?

Sunken in thoughts and swallowed by memories,
some long gone,
some that never were,
some I long for when I close my eyes.

The air is humid and cold
as it flows past my face,
crawling along my neck before it finally leaves me,
setting off on its own long journey.

The scent of my perfume is carried away with it,
singing a song of lilies and roses
to the next person
or to no one.