the light coming from the rain soaked window
was soft
as the patting on the frame
the old metal frame angling only glass
and bits of water
that keep falling
falling to the window
so full of open air
welcomed slow rivers
down its heart
just the same
as the trees
slowly losing color
from the ridges
and gently rocking in bowing wind
rain, rain
and wavy window
sparkles in the palm of the room
wish on peace
pass by here
transparent and ignited
in the soft light
of a soft day
