Rain Drops Love

November 16, 2011

Open to your own interpretation.

Traffic lights fill my warped vision,

Twisted and mutated with the little prisms

Of raindrops that cover my view.

A cold moon blots out the sun.

Windshield wipers squeak away

A trickle that fights a path

Through the minions of other

Droplets in its way.

It's cozy in here, away from the storm

Speeding down the highway.

My hand and nose feel so cold

But my heart is feeling warm.

The sky is dark overhead

With occasional flashes of silver sprinkles

That coat everything like the cupcake

I was just fed.

Somewhere far away,

Under a different rain

Through a different window

In a different state and place,

You reach out with your hand

To collect a drop; then you let it fall

With the hopes that maybe it will

At last on my window land.

The wind buffets, the thunder trumpets,

The big drops bully the little drop

As he struggles to fly

Far away to where I sit.

Another drop, one among millions

Hits my window.

It courses down between the others

And I cannot help but think:

It's the same drop you touched

And sent to me with love.

So I roll down my window,

And wash it away.

It drops in a puddle

And is overcome by the others.

If that was your love

Then I'll never know it.