Raindrops

I woke up this morning to see the raindrops falling on my windowpane....

I woke up one morning to see her standing at the window and looking outside. I put my hand at the small of her back and asked her what she was looking at outside. She said, “I am looking at the little beads of raindrop falling on the smoky windowpane.” She said, “I am looking at the little lime green leaves dancing in the rain.” She then said, “Look how these leaves look all so green, washed and new as if they were once again born to be freshly seen.” She pointed at the small yellow flowers growing in the grass and said, “How lovely these flowers look, blossoming in the rain.”

She took her hair in her hands and moved it from the back to one side of her neck. I kissed the side of her neck and held her gently into my arms. She slid her soft warm hands into mine and gazed with her misty dark brown eyes into mine. She said, “I am looking at the raindrops outside.” And it was then that i knew the magic in the rain. We stood looking out at the raindrops falling on our windowpane.

I woke up this morning to see the raindrops falling on my windowpane. I looked outside to see the once existing happiness, now all washed away in the rain...

And another knows nought of its chilling fall
Upon him aat all,
On whom the rain comes down.
-An Autumn Rain-Scene by Thomas Hardy