Dance of the Droplets

Tears from the sky fall to their rest in the earth outside your window, on the flowers against the pane so pressed, soothing as they wave to and fro. In the wind you watch the leaves sway to a rhythm felt in your goosebumps, to a song only the storm can play, the beat that through your veins now pumps. Thunder reverberates in your chest as your body echoes its booming thumps, as the peals draw to a crashing crest, and into your throat your heart jumps. Whether your life enjoys a gleeful glow or has somehow for a spell gone astray, you can find something in the watery show - a smile in the tempest, peace in the grey.