Rainy Day Poem

Rain melts on the glass.
Looking out thru water's ripple,
the creek near my house runs half-full
torrents.
Frigid hands curl in tight.
A drop of rain slides down my nose
and pauses,
then drips off.
The running water, a small river that
washes over my toes,
soaks my shoes,
and hurries me along.
The sound a subtle roar
as I look out at greyed-out surroundings
through rain-rippled glass.

copyright 2003 Kendra Morris