Raining On My Window
As I sit here looking out my window
on a windy blustery rainy day
having a break on Scottish west coast
relaxed and peaceful despite day so grey
Watching these raindrops on the glass
they run down going in no straight line
some divert right while others go left
my eyes are fixed asking is this a sign?
At this time of year, end of autumn
but entering winter temperatures change
so life temperatures are different as well
this makes us so inconsistent utterly strange
The window represents our image
revealing us all to be very clear
running into our lives are the rain
drops down upon our life so very dear
This water effects providentially all of us
as these rainy lines picture life so real
a slight turn here and these take one
on a route destined not ever did feel
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2018
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