I like to watch the rain hit the window
during the night time.
The spontaneous drops trickling down
at different rates and speeds seems to facinate me.
And the night,
As I lay in my bed and gaze at the window.
Vertical blinds not touching
And the glass begins to fog.
The Cold and the heat meet,
Creating something we call steam.
The rain drops have ceased.
Now I walk with boots through mini lakes
On the uneven pavements.
I don’t know what it is,
but something in me craves this…
It’s midnight now
And now I sit on steps.
Others around me but my focus is kept
Away from conversations and greetings.
Something’s wrong, I just have that kind of feeling.
Healing is in need, restoring in store
like a wave to the shore, it’s coming.
I look up to the night sky that now glows,
I stare into the gloomy, red, startchy scene
blending with a hint of orange,
And all I see is #beauty.
A perfectly imperfect dawn.
I yawn and epiphany,
After a long night, I take this with me…
I crave the rain because something renewing, beautiful, and bright is always to follow