I sit and watch the fall of the rain

feeling the soft peach fuzz grazing upon my face 

as I cup my warm rosy cheeks to stabilize the atlas. 

I sit and watch through the window. 

The window was frigid and smooth 

The window looked blue, but no stained glass.

I sit and watch the cloudy tears race upon my aperture,

My bet was the right tear but it was the left.

¨Was the right tear sad?¨ I said now melancholy 

I sit and watch the participation fade

Why do grey skies and rain make us sad?

Must be the symbolism.

All I did was sit and watch

Maybe sit and think

But I can't think if I don't watch.