it doesn’t matter at this point
rain falling clumsily on the roof
running down the windows
pooling with splishes/splashes
bubbles floating on little waves
going forth to little caves
drops thumping
on downspouts and saturated ground
on the heads of little birds
nestled under branches
one can get lost in it all
not so bad really
disappearing into the soil
disappearing into the ocean
into the woodwork
same thing
it’s all the same
gone today back tomorrow
who's to say it’s not the same raindrops
