The Rain On My Glasses

The rain on my glasses I see it, so magnified Each droplet, a crystal Gliding Upon the wall of my mind, On every lens, A waterfall, a river, A stream In the rear, I stand Pondering As if in a marvelous dream. The rain on my glasses I see it, so magnified Each droplet, A spring inundating The arid ground of my mind Through every lens, A world drenched, colored, Surreal In the rear, I stand Pondering As if I have just begun to feel.