Window Pane

The gray drizzle,

Dripping from the blinding cracks

Of the storm,

Gently erodes the world around me.

Streets, sidewalks, traffic lights--

They are all worn away to nothing,

To nature,

By the torrent of heavenly tears.

When the curtain thins, and eventually dissipates,

I can see that the world has in fact

Stayed the same;

But during the storm,

Amidst the downpour,

The illusion was beautiful

And somehow nostalgic.

Author's Note

Twas a rainy day.

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

A note of beautiful wistfulness. Beautiful descriptive wording, appeals to my love of nature. The last 2 lines are perfection. Love the "blinding cracks". Wonderful work as always Ben :)

[FJ Davis]

While reading this poem, "The illusion was beautiful
and somewhat nostalgic."

I appreciate your mesmerizing, extremely well-done poem, Ben--and the perceptibly lighter mood in which you created it.