rain drops cling to the window
slowly riding gravity's train
drifting through rays of light
turning into miniature lamps
soft glows like floating embers
bumping into one another
merging and growing larger
assimilated into the collective
speed increases as they swell
until they become a stream
the internal glow stretching
until at last the light fades
darkness rushes to fill the void
but the rain will not yield yet
new drops strike the glass
beginning the cycle anew
and so the pattern continues
lasting through the storm
and through it all is heard
the singing of the shower
better than any television show
these gentle low tech pleasures
that can set the mind at ease
are the perfect sleep aid.... good night....
Such a wonderful fuss made over such a small, routine, mundane event. Lovely, very lovely. Your unique view and positive wit keeps one's mind glued to "these gentle, low-tech pleasures".
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