Rain drops

On my window, I stand gazing,
At the splashing drops of rain,
My eyes follow the fast streams of rain water,
Every splash brings with it memories,

A flash of childhood play,
When my bare feet splattered in the rain,
With delight of innocence,

Another flash,
Of my grown up life,
Every splatter feels like a stab,
The running streams of brown water,
Seems like blood in my veins,
And the pounding drops,
Like my racing heart,
Filled with melancholy
Of a time gone by,
And of a love lost,

I stretch my hand to touch the rain drops,
Wishing they could wash the hurt away,
For a moment, I feel like a soaring butterfly,
Flapping its wings in the splattering drops,

Then I gaze back to the room,
And the emptiness and loneliness,
Come rushing like a flood,
I try to recall all the good time,
Spent in the room now filled with emptiness.

K8's O