rain is glass
falling into sheets of patterns
unseen
blossoming like buds on spring trees
and showing colors that fade in the wind
blowing through refershing like breeze
but sarcastic and joking in its manner.
it flows down the window of school busses like
a lovers hand on his chest
and it falls
into sheets of patterns unseen
to be found
discovered
and to rise again
just to fall.
12:02 pm - Sunday, Apr. 14, 2002
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