percussion from the brim

these droplets, entangled in umbra's embrace, forsake their yielding paths. drawing silent constellations upon stirred puddles of thought.

they slip along hushed tapestries of evening wherein linger tales of lost monsoons. denizens not seen, reechoing their enigmatic calm.

pulse upon pulse anchors the notion of arresting still life. sing the requiem, dear rain, sovereign of muted memoria.

i remember your sound; sure as the silence which follows. reflexive nature, a hand cannot flee from itself eternal.