WHAT I SEE THROUGH MY WINDOW

rain, this is what I see
rain that slide on an opaque glass
like thoughts slide like a veil over the heart
clouds and fog wandering over this grey little hamlet
no colour, no joy, just common people with sad faces
walking down the street.
Hope has left their hearts, hearts that have never felt
the joyous vehemence of life.
But you can feel it, you can feel the life gambling in the freshness of the water
that falls upon the humid ground
that is ready to sprout again in the
warm spring that is knocking at the door