Walking this stale, unmanned street
of damp and residual rain
Stepping slowly, weary and lonely
in dire mortal pain
Where wonderful fire, love and desire
is nothing near the same
I move on further
past my legs that tire
and feel that wonderous flame
but never retire to its lovely warmth
but walk along
and push on forth
Joseph Ostapiuk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-through-rain/
