How is it that such gloominess captures me?
Rain streams from the heavens without end.
Are they God’s tears? Or the Gardener’s care?
Falling and falling, continuously, endlessly, falling
Such a strange repetition with a wry beauty.
A visit from above, a soft pitter on the ground.
The rain continues to come, continues to fall.
In falling it entrances me, enslaves my eyes.
Though exhausted, my mind is ablaze with thoughts
While I watch this greyness pouring down and down
Safely from inside the window, away from the wind
And rain that never ceases, long as I may watch.
Such calm steals through my soul as I sit,
A peace that cannot exist fills my heart, my mind.
I worry over nothing, no stress can touch me
As long as I am still, unmoving, listening to the quiet,
Listening to the whisper of my own thoughts, listening
To the gentle pattering of the rain’s dance, nature’s song.