unheard

There is a feeling sometimes of not being heard. Not a sentence, not even a word. People just go about doing what they were.. some acknowledging my presence, some not. All the while I keep talking, trying to make some sense to these people or even make them hear what i have to say. But it is as if they are all deaf to my voice. And as always it seems that; my words like silent raindrops fell;-- wet the asphalt and flowed away. Heard by no-one, left no mark or stain. And when the sun shines leaves no trace of the raindrops anywhere. The faces around show no sign of the drops ever falling or my words ever spoken.