I Want To Fly

Through the window, I see collected raindrops rolling down. I blow my breath, erase, and clear a small space To see what lies beyond. Dripping, dropping raindrops, like Drops of pain easing with the blowing wind, And separating dark clouds. The rain collects on the window, Dissipating slowly. I open the window wide and leap out Onto the soft wet grass, out onto fields Underneath splitting dark clouds. I feel the last rain drops touching My cocoon and before they evaporate I feel the first rays of sun, and fly.