I Saw You In the Rain

Sitting for what seems hours listening to the rain I find myself hypnotized by the puddle forming at the bottom of the downspout. The air is cold yet I don’t notice until goosebumps cover my arms. Funny thing is, I still feel warm. I was noticing how the rain poured out of the spout so fast yet as soon as it was free it rested in that puddle content just to be free. Is that how you feel? Like that rain? Struggling with such force for your freedom? Once you’ve reached your “”puddle”” will you relax and stop struggling? Is that all you’re looking for? A little space away from that confining spout? The puddle looks so calm just shining with the days reflections mirroring my thoughts. If I look away will that puddle still be there tomorrow? I don't like taking risks... so I keep staring hypnotized by the cool air and the tiny bubbles fighting their way to the surface.