Raindrops...

Raindrops spatter in tandem against my window

Their constant sound drowning out the world

A pearly sheen decorates every green leaf out there,

The majestic cascading sheets of water beautifies… everything

And the world is painted grey by the monsoon clouds

I stare at them in silence… lost in my thoughts.

Raindrops run down my window pane

In numerous narrow runnels

Twisting and bending due to the wind and the glass

Distorting the world that lies outside…

Making even the most familiar of things grotesque…

I watch these new, strange surroundings as they change

Raindrops frost my cold window pane

Misting the surface with their spray

Gradually blotting out the view from my room

Dimming the light that filters through

Darkening the already gloomy day

And I lie in bed… too lazy to wipe away the haze

Raindrops seep through the cracks in my window…

Gathering at the edge of its frame…

A small puddle begins to form inside the room,

Soon it shall grow too large to be held in the narrow sill…

It shall brim over the scarcely adequate boundary…

And I lying still… will watch it fall

Raindrops pour down in torrents beyond my window

In heavy gusts… billowing in the wind…

I admire the sight… I love this weather

I remember lying here in this very place on just such a day

In the arms of one I loved… and together we stared in silence

Now… this scene is just mine to enjoy…

Raindrops drum out a repetitive rhythm on the glass

Over and over and over again

I listen to its music and never grow tired,

I see its dance and can never avert my eyes

I cannot move away from this breathtaking display…

I lie still and observe its beauty

Raindrops drench the world beyond the glass

Outside it cools… and inside it chills

I lie cold and alone on my bed watching its grace

I remember a time, when this splendor had been complete

Only I had been to content and not noticed

Now I lie my by myself and watch the rain.