I used to sit alone

And watch as the raindrops glance the pane

Of our picture window

Each time a new shape of splash in setting

Slowly falling away to join

A sea of moisture far below on a sill waiting

In the summer’s warm …

I would listen to their constant pattering

Suggesting that Nature

In all of her lovely splendour could mellow moods

Might allow a pause

From the need to run and rearrange and drive

Our minds and body

Towards a new level of seeming accomplishment

Yet here tonight my

Mind isn’t racing except to watch one drop caress

Another on their journey

Together seeking to join all in the sudden fall

Of raindrops on my window

Softening against the hollow of a hot summer’s day