Rain.
The rain falls and I catch myself staring as if in a trance.
It streaks down the screen of my window,
leaving a slash where ever it has been.
Trickling down the porch roof i watch
as it collects and pours out,
as if draining from a spout.
New ripples constantly form and reform
in puddles that have surfaced here and there.
Looking straight out and slightly blurring my vision
I can see the rain as it is pulled to earth;
but turning my sight upwards it blends in
with the gray casted, never ending sky.
I close my eyes and listen,
the pitter-patter is soothing, yet deceiving;
its presence seems calming and beautiful
when really it is as if the Heavens themselves
are crying so hard, that the world must know.
Earth's gravitational pull
has drawn her tears downward in a constant
and relentless fall.