There is something comforting
About the glistening raindrops
That can make the windowpane
sparkle,
And the shallow puddles
that fill the cracks in the cement,
and the grey, velutinous clouds
that coat
the gloomy sky.
Maybe the raindrops
are coating the flowers that are wilting inside of us,
And filling the cracks in our hearts,
And reminding us that
All bad things must come to an end,
too.
~s.v.l.
