a single droplet of rain, <br />trickles freely down my window pane, <br />stopping for a few frozen seconds, <br />as if mapping out its next move. <br /> <br />it leaves a little wet trail behind, <br />like the jet stream of a plane. <br />there i lay transfixed by the simple, <br />beauty of it all, <br />the luxury of warmth and shelter, <br />enable me to enjoy such a sight. <br />on such a cold cold night. <br /> <br />on the pavement little sky bombs, <br />beat down in there millions, <br />washing the days pains away, <br />beside me your tired brain, <br />is probally on its third movie, <br />your flickering eyes, <br />and sudden deep breaths, <br />you look so lovely in your sleep. <br /> <br />words so many words, <br />playing hide and seek, <br />in my head, <br />drip drip drip, <br />dribble dribble dribble, <br />goes the rain on the pane, <br />slowly my eyes, <br />surrender to the whispering, <br />will of the night, <br />as the rain beats on and on. <br />its soothing song, <br />sweetly seranading me <br />till morning does come.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-on-my-window-pane-late-at-night/
