Walking at Night on Rainy Streets on a Memorial Day Weekend

One more lonely car’s headlights illuminating
Heaven’s tears in a beam
Before I cross another rainy street
On my way home from deliverance
On my way home to capture
A thousand drops cascade the story
Walking at night in a fading glory
Rain drizzles onto my heated skin
Cooling the day’s feverish flush
And now the heavens begin to pour
Slippery ground underneath
As I try to take anchor in the past
That only exists in a misted mirror
And when the fog turns to dew
And slides slowly off the pane
The recollected image disappears
And you were gone too