Thoughts on Life While Waiting Out A Rainstorm
Have you ever raced the raindrops?
Anticipating
Taking wagers on the flow of wind
As it passed over the heartless glass
Of a window?
Each drop seems a rarity
Their tails spreading behind
Separating as fertile soil in the path of a worm—
I live for this rain
This wall of sheeting shots
I live for this wall
This separation
Matched in size by only an ocean
For it gives me peace.
Have you ever felt the solitude
Given by a harsh shower?
The small lamp on a windowsill
Grows brighter to the eye
Like a welcoming fire
In a cheery home hearth.
Seclusion
Like no other
Is a gift of the rain.
Cleansing, clearing, changing
Removing the world of its wearying doubts
And creating all anew.
As the darkened sky becomes alive again
I look out from my safe little window
Shaking dewdrops from my hair
And step into a world made new.
Anticipating
Taking wagers on the flow of wind
As it passed over the heartless glass
Of a window?
Each drop seems a rarity
Their tails spreading behind
Separating as fertile soil in the path of a worm—
I live for this rain
This wall of sheeting shots
I live for this wall
This separation
Matched in size by only an ocean
For it gives me peace.
Have you ever felt the solitude
Given by a harsh shower?
The small lamp on a windowsill
Grows brighter to the eye
Like a welcoming fire
In a cheery home hearth.
Seclusion
Like no other
Is a gift of the rain.
Cleansing, clearing, changing
Removing the world of its wearying doubts
And creating all anew.
As the darkened sky becomes alive again
I look out from my safe little window
Shaking dewdrops from my hair
And step into a world made new.