Window of Life

         
         

Window of Life

Rain hits softly on the window, slowly dripping
Down the glass.
Lines crisscrossing among the tiny droplets.


Splashes others-disrupts the flow and
Separating.


Tiny sprinkles go unnoticed.
Breeze sweeps the window in every direction,
Across, over, and near-far other droplets.


Dewdrops are different, not actual rain, though
Wet and moist-pretend.


Without rain, there is dirt and dryness.
Dust forms and cracks appear.
Desert. Aloneness.




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