Before October Rain.

Before October Rain

Before October rain-falls, a sad

Silence echoes like a teardrop on

The pine trees in the woods.  

The deepness

Echoes within me, like a still heart.  

The wind

Mourns a lonely tune, and suddenly develops into something

Larger than itself-a large cloud, 

hovering in the blackening

Day.  No stars shine, not even the tiniest hint of movement

From the heavens, no ufos or spacecraft, 

no wandering light

Of the moon.  Still she whispers, still she whimpers, 

like a solid

Drop of loneliness on that still night.  

And the echo is deep inside,

Stiller than anything, before the rain appears, 

making everything

Wet and sleek, like an annoying rock.