Falling Rain

I look out the window and see the rain
falling on the window pane.
I feel alone, you there, me here.

The rain falls like the tears from my eyes,
it will eventually stop, my tears will not.
The rain leaves its mark in the puddles,
my tears will leave their marks on my cheeks.

It’s funny how we both can see the rain,
but we can’t see each other.
The rain helps bring new birth,
but also so much sadness.

"Misty Pond" Photograph by Brian Ferguson