Of the rains...

The rain pounced on the window, streaking the water and forming tiny prisms. At once the prisms refracted the lights in the night sky and blew up the beauty outside. It’s splashing away, the water drooling down the glass... She felt alive again, after a long time. The confused mind and heart decided to rest and instead let everything else around it go... letting the time slip away like the small prisms. Rain washes down all the strange and nurtures the parched earth. She was looking for cohesion and all she found was disdain. The clouds will bear fruit and yield the yellow again.