Trench coat, bench moat, sodden socks...
kicked 'round, weighed down, pocket rocks.

Puddled, muddled points of view...
thunder cracks and claps anew.

Downpour, bound for parts unknown...
ev'ry flight of fancy flown.

Blurring, whirring lights grow dim...
rain and pain are drowning him.

She calls, he falls, gasps for breath...
pulls the trigger, prays for death

Next day, coroner is hummin':
"Poor girl never saw it comin'."

He sits stoic in his cell,
rain does not extinguish hell...