Sweet Song of Rain

Lounging by the window,
Embracing her sweater,
She watched the rain trail down the glass.
Her slow breath mists
And swirls before her eyes,
Her head rests against the brass.
A warm lamp shines by the street;
The sidewalk's become a mirror,
Her wavering shadow's cast.

Dusk clouds the air.
She hears the sounds of it
From the breach in the window.
Sweet rain beats a it's rhythm;
Her busy street's a melody,
There's a breeze in the willow.
Snug where she is,
She's content where she is,
Unworried for tomorrow.

                      ~Avé Pfleegor~