Tim watches the rain
slowly gathering
on the glass
rivers
waterfalls
errant splotches
pooling
gradually
then ebbing
in their own
particularly
way
before another
flood breaks
across the window pane
the lights of passing cars
racing across the fractured sea
scattering copies of themselves
caught for this moment
in a kaleidoscope of tears
muted colors filling the spaces
with a palette of grays and greens
Tim is mesmerized
as he tries
to capture
the vignette
to grasp the way
the lights
and colors
are transformed
by the
rain
Tim breathes in slowly
listening to the drops
hit the glass
delicately drumming
hypnotic
doldrums
sight and sound
flowing
through time
until
Tim decides
to go watch TV
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