The rain falls
Soft, not angry;
The sky a gloomy grey.
Individual droplets are falling as one-
Tracing paths, leaving trails
Across the window,
Blurring the landscape in the background.
Outside, it’s cold.
The scarf is wrapped around, tighter:
It's strangling.
The rain kisses skin, eyes, nose whilst
Clouds of breath join the clouds above,
Infinite ashen horizon.
Wind chimes ring out, disturbed by the cold wind: pristine notes,
Maybe sound travels differently in the rain,
Then, silence.
Snow falls,
Soft, not angry.
I catch the snowflakes on my tongue as I watch them dance.
I dance with them.
"Darling, wake up. It's just a nightmare."
But this is no nightmare,
Swirling and falling into grey.
