Ghosts in the Rain

That petrichor scent;

Days utterly spent.

Rainfall,

Downfall.

Watching the midnight precipitation,

Staring back at us now from damnation.

Memories held in droplets, glistening

The shades speak; but no-one's listening.

Stalking the living, seen only in rain

Catch maybe a glimpse, then never again.

Perhaps they're just lonely, perhaps they're just lost.

Desperate to be noticed - at any cost.

Ghosts in the rain are not to be feared

But celebrated, noticed, revered.

Wet days or a dark haze

Do not always spell malaise.

They are but fragments of us, our pasts

Just wait and see how long the rain lasts.