Under the dark greying mass
I look out
As the rain unleashes its temper
Protected behind my window
As if looking past another world
The beats gradually increase
Performing a tribal dance as if memorized
Or perhaps like pots and pans
Falling with a clatter
Time stands still
Or maybe it’s the traffic
A pink finger appears
And draws a smile
On the fogged window
I draw back a ‘hello’
A curtain of rain between us
Protected behind our windows
This poem was written on a journey through the rain in a car but it is also symbolic of strangers who connect through nature but still are afraid to truly be themselves. We are so scared of revealing our true self that we often unconsciously build walls to protect ourselves and block others out.
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