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.
