Natures Tears (Su/M/20/11, revised)

I 

watch

 beads of

 rain roll down

 the window pane,

they  look  like  glass

 pearls jutting out from  the

 cold  glass. After  a  while,  the 

droplets   turn  into  a   haze,  like 

clear  glue  sliding  down  the  surface.

 Outside, water courses through the empty 

streets. I breathe in the faint smell of ozone

 in a  heavy  rainfall. Taking   in   the  dark 

beauty;  seeing   the   deep   color   of

 the   cloud   filled   sky,  and   the 

grey,   cold    mist     that

 surrounds  me.