November Rain

                     November   Rain

It  falls, roars, straight  into   the

Pitted, rough  earth, uncompromising

Like   Karma’s   axe  on the  targeted;

                               

They    are    Heaven’s  darlings ,   dual 

glossy  layers, both    merciful   and merciless,

rummaging    through  the green  and sheen,

I n  November’s   seasonal,  unfailing    

Rain, no  puddles  ,splashes,today,

For  I am indoors, glued  to  my  seat,

 your   indomitable  spirit ,catches  

the  high-spirited   of  the  foamy

flow     on the    open    roads,

you  pen  on the  closed  chambers

of  man  who is     reeking    and reeling

on  the  puff  of  his  ugly  soaring   desires.