Looking Out a Window on a Rainy Morning

Looking Out a Window on a Rainy Morning

Warm and dry, I peer outside

The window this morn’,

The image uplifts my spirit,

Making me glad to have been born.

Since the coming of the rain

Everything seems fresh and new,

With changed eyes I gaze upon

A canvas drawn anew.

The trees are barren and through

Their branches I can see,

The red brick of the buildings behind,

Overlooking the restless sea.

Still, stubbornly on the trees some few

Remaining lonely leaves exist,

That somehow the fury of the evening’s

Wind and rain did resist.

The hedge beneath my window

Also its leaves retains,

So close to me that I can count

The water droplets that remain.

In the distance over the water

The world dissolves into misty grayness,

A portal to a separate realm

That possesses its own emptiness.

All that separates the one world

From the other is this pane of glass,

An insurmountable obstacle

Only our minds may pass.