My gaze drifted to sense
The miraculous droplets,
Combining together,
Creating that relentless thud.
You heard it too,
I know you did.

I crossed my legs,
To see the shape it made
When my left knee
Attempted at finding warmth within myself.

You watched it too,
The droplets combining
To inspire the pattern
On that plain white windowpane
That cleared your mind
Of negatively, or possibly just reality.

I read a book,
Un-creasing every turned page
To create the presumable idea,
That I had not stopped to ponder at every page.

You must have taken initiative,
And pulled your hooded sweatshirt
To hug the tips of your ears,
And tied those flimsy laces.

You must have ran
Through every which abandoned building,
Around that town of ours
You think of as outright preposterous.

I imagine your mind wandered,
Enough to distract your smooth technique
Causing you to fall,
And scrape your knee on the curb.

So instead you just sat,
And watched the raindrops envelope from the sky,
And wash away
Running down the sides of your face.

You reminisce
About how I would have sat there with you,
Pondering those same thoughts,
Dreaming about those same sort of
Strange desires.

But it’s just another thunderstorm.
And soon enough
You will no longer think of me
When you chase those wild contemplations.

At least,
Not until it rains again.