first love

Its raining
gently falling
from leaves
on to window panes

Streaks of lightning
illuminate
an otherwise inconspicuous million

I can feel them
when they noisily
touch a starved earth
and she suckles
like an infant
its mother's bosom

I hear the clock
and my voice
endlessly conversing
with a distant you

wish you were here
beside me
listening
to these noisy raindrops
the occasional thunder
distant traffic
the egotistic clock