~~Quiet Rain~~~ 

the storm outside rages, 
from inside, the fireplace crackles, 
warmth all around, 
the scent of wood, mingles with the air 
as the fire, gently flickers 

as I linger, by my window 
I feel the coolness, from the glass 
I watch, as the rain, moves, 
glides, rushing, down my window pane 

small drops, greeting each other 
joining with larger ones 
becoming whole, onward they move 
I smile, for is this not life? 

would I cease to be, if I did 
now rush forward reaching for life, 
seeking, needing 
all the other parts of me 

AKEnglish/Michael Cox 
Poem / Art,Title 

©2001 
MidNight Wind Creations
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