a rainy day poem

drops of rainwater
accumulate neatly

a slow puddle forms
outside my window

where the gray clouds reflect dimly
shadows of themselves.

where do I find myself?

reflected
in the droplets or the clouds?

2 Replies to “a rainy day poem”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This

Share This

Share this post with your friends!

Shares