Rusty Radio

Grief of monsoon sets upon me, As the earthen grievances cloud the skies. Raindrops splattering on window sills, Teardrops squeezed from heaven they fell, The rusty radio revived from lethargy, Crackling, coughing, Chocking up lost melodies Flooding my displaced soul With music and memories. For I hear your laughter, Echoing across the dusty attic Resonating…