I stared and stared past the window, deeply immersed in thought, <br />Listening to the dripping of rain the vented clouds had wrought. <br />Rain gently tapping on the window with its streamlets to the sill, <br />Transformed my mood imperceptibly from pensive to tranquil. <br />I stared and stared out the window, to see what I could see, <br />Rain from a gray-cast sky nourishing green grass and a tree, <br />And pockmarked pools in flower beds and wonders you can't explain <br />Like misty astral impressions God created on a window pane.<br /><br />Edmund D. Zayat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/window-of-my-thoughts/
