The world seems quiet

Today like the storm

Washed away confusion

No laughter or amusement

Where the children normally

Play

All seems forsaken

And given over to the rain

Stained are the pathways

Flooded for a day

The world seems quiet

Reeling from the night

Before huddled shoulders

Not able to carry more

Than there burden thus

They shuffle on cold and

Weary feet seeking

Solace in blank faces

That they meet upon the

Greyness of the day