My thoughts are like
the raindrops that cling
to the window.
They are the drops that
connect and collect,
that swirl
and trickle back.
Lost in thought,
I find myself gazing out the window,
observing a sky of half-second
crystalline droplets.
They offer quiet consolations
against a blurred glass screen
before dripping away.
Unexpected,
they feel overwhelming—
they drop in big,
messy
splashes.
Search for shelter
in a deserted land
Wander,
losing the hours
in a seemingly
endless
storm.
