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The rain washed down the empty streets

Cool rivers, colourless

Purged of emotion

Ran away as lifeless as memories

Dissolving in the vanishing point

Of unseen channels

Storm drains flushed

Their contents jumbled

And swept into an ocean

Of thoughts lost and forgotten

Dissipated by time

Sunk by age

And from the purple bruise-stained sky

Tears erupt wrenched from vapours

As mountainous as expectation

Cleft clouds part like hearts

And pour their grief

Incessant on the hamlets

Which isolated huddle

Still hopeful of protection

As they slump beneath the weight

Of the relentless rain.