Raindrops

Raindrops

Storm window, sealed tight,
hoping in vain to keep out fallen raindrops,
but the water somehow finds its way in anyhow.

drip...drip...drop...shh...

Puddles on the floor,
slippery wet,
glassy glare reflecting the rain-streaked window,
rippling momentarily, steadily,
dust and debris awash in the floodwaters.

She sits solemnly, staring, silently,
watching, waiting, wondering why.
Fingers leave foggy marks on the cool glass,
outstretched, reaching for something--
something to hold on to.

She grasps air,
for there is nothing there for her.

drip...drip...drop...shh...

Puddles on the floor,
of tears and raindrops...
Streaks on cool glass,
and warm skin...

And raindrops keep falling,
filling the void,
of nothing and everything,
and nothing in the same.

Cold eyes glazed with pain and fear--
the worry of losing another day,
with nothing to show for it--
keep staring straight out the window,
fingers against glass,
searching but never finding...

drip...drip...drop...shh...

For there is nothing
(nothing)
left to find.

October 3rd, 2007
written by Haley