Listening

A single drop of rain
slithers across the window.

At that moment she thinks,
'Even the rain can be beautiful'--

beautiful
in all its grey glory,

beautiful
in all its moist misery.

All is new to her now,
all has changed.

It is happening
even now.

She knows this.
She feels it in the air.

Her head turns upward
to the rain.
The dark clouds reflect
in her eyes.

Her heart is bright
and warm
and full.

'The change is happening
even now.'

She closes her eyes
and surrenders to the mist.

- SJM -