Drips and Droplets

Straight down the glass chased drops of rain, rolled in wet wet drips down the pane. Despair sat, sat and watched the glass, glanced through, then saw drips drip again. Thoughts stopped, thought of nought; the soul cold, cold and dead as lead, sold by hope, numbed unfed. Despair sat, sat and watched the glass, drop with drop fused then ran. Self sorrowed, inward turned: heart bruised and holed, holed to leak life dripped to leave it weak. Despair sat, sat and watched the glass, droplet chains ran down in chase and streak. Turned from love the soul did cast itself upon itself aghast. Softly laughing light then streamed into a watered orchard, droplets gleamed. Joy danced with water beads upon the glass, warmed despair dispersed as wisps of dream. Hope broke through the pane to shine, outstared despair and gazed, amazed. Heart in hope was found refreshed and drank delight from moistened leaves. Soul in hope looked through the glass at paradise on earth unmasked.