The rain fell down

I reached for the sky

The droplets seemed

to hang in anticipation

The nightingale shall

sing it's song no more

As I will be long gone,

forever after

The cool air passed

by my face

The mist but water in disguise

The sounds of the city below

drown out all else

But the melancholy can't be taken

The fresh smell of the forest is gone

The air threatens to choke me

The roof in which I stand on

Will disappear