Obumbrated Lament in Pluvial Gloom

** Obumbrated Lament in Pluvial Gloom **

In crepuscular hours where the firmament wanes, A wan figure wanders through sibilant rains, Each droplet a threnody, hollow and cold, For a heart grown taciturn, weary, and old.

The petrichor lingers-sepulchral, austere, Like whispers of yesteryears none wish to hear, While fulminant thunder, in sonorous ache, Rends through the silence no solace can make.

A pallid mist coils in funereal grace, Obfuscating remnants of time and of place, And in its dim labyrinth, memories decay, In a languor where hope slowly withers away.

With umbral horizons and nebulous skies, The soul, in its tristesse, silently cries, Till all that remains in this dolorous strain Is a shadow subsumed by the cadence of rain.