little drops trapped
on the window pane
each one racing
like tears falling
successively, without
urging, as if they
have a mind of their own
they drip incoherently
the sound lulls me
lures me to sleep
pitter, patter, steadily
without any sign
of slowing down
or stopping anytime soon

the cold reaches me
seeps through my skin
embraces my bones
flows through my veins
turns my blood to ice
slows down my heartbeat
numbs me
my breath frozen
but i can't look away
it amazes me
how cold it could get

it flushes away
the dust, the pain, the debris
the grass gets greener
the ocean bluer
the earth feels reborn
it sweeps away
the past, the memories
everything is new again
no trace of yesterday

i love the rain
as it washes
the old away
like a new morn leaves
no room for the one
that has passed
it has always soothed me
as i eagerly wait
for the rainbow that
always follows, a sign
of fragile hope

the rain always
made me smile. . .

but not today