Falling Rain

Droplets of rain splash gently

Upon the foggy window glass

I wipe them away

Searching for the sun.

Seeing nothing but gray

I see the storm for

the promise it brings…

The tree as it grows

from a tender young sapling,

The dew on a rose,

Tomorrow’s blue sky.

I brush off the falling rain

and sit by the fire

Listening to the

thunder as it roars.