There's a picture

on my wall

of you and me

and friends of past.

Trickling, crawling

and falling.

Splat! Meandering

comes the rain.

Taking in the hues

Red, blue, green and all.

Drop by drop

Faces blur,

Places change!

Drenched and soaked

almost tearing

devoid of feeling,

emotions or value,

now useless crap

goes off the wall

into the trash.