Drops of Rain
On the sidewalk they merge to form puddles.
On the sand they disappear.
On my face, the drops move in rivulets, and hide among my tears.
The wind whips at the bare trees.
It pushes the rain against the windows.
In the light of the incandescent bulb, the rain trails down the glass panes.
Mimicking the path on my cheeks.
A Thought For Every Word
GL Roberts Books 