Out of my windowpane
I open my bleary eyes to see a dry and arid stony lane.
The day seemed to be in stuck in static
life around was sparse and sporadic
With a sigh, wishing for a change in scenery
through the disguise the pain of human cries.
My stupor was broken by the splatter of raindrops
a new coat of paint upon the dull grey world.
Crystalline earth through a looking glass
raindrops shine upon the plains and alpine meadows.
Frolicking critters in the pursuit of happiness like ripples
the world we want to see when we gaze beyond.