Unfathomed go the droplets, a velocity nullified.
She stands there in solitude, saying her goodbyes.
The rain that kisses her face,
frozen time bears witness.
Amplify a bit, let it all down in grace.
The whirlpool of tears that arises says adieu yet again.
A little blue, a little black- all in grey it fades away…
As she stands there all alone, clad in the purple rain.
© achillesheelpoetry, 2020