On Watching Rain

Drip, drip, drop, drop, 

 the rain falls. No leafs 

  are left standing to intercept 

   the water anymore. There 

    Is no sun, only the idea 

     of sun which may be 

      found beyond the thick blanket of clouds 

       which covers the sky. 

        Drop, drop, drip, drip, 

         bubbles of rain cling to cold branches a

          strong wind could shake them, but there 

           is no strong wind. The winds are chilly, 

            but gentle, the winds allow the bubbles 

             to stay. 

              One day they might freeze.