Raindrops splash on my window.
They dance in that bare, wooden tree,
Sliding across the ocean of
The world that swims around me.
They sing to a quiet, little bird,
Who trembles in fear of their strength,
Hiding beneath comfortable leaves,
For a miracle, it prays at length.
They celebrate a secret joy -
Dancing in the roof of a car,
Licking away at a pile of filth,
Drunkenly sliding over each other.
I stay in my bed, bemused -
Watching the rain as it reigns;
Making some smile, making some cry,
Driving some others insane.
Written sometime during September. This depicts an actual rainy afternoon. :)