​Rain

Rain fell in sheets this afternoon draping the city in a watercolor of blues and grays. The gloom was especially hungry today, taking bites out of people that pass him by. Maybe one day he will escape with his stolen treasures and amass a patchwork kingdom for his subjects to reminisce. But I’ve seen his victims, it’s in the way an old man walks under the burden of vacant rooms. It’s in the mindless tick of a clock, forgotten if not for the familiar sound. Finally it’s in the eyes of a mannequin looking back at me with nothing but apathy. The rain fell in sheets tonight.