Purple Rain

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