#9 A single Drop of Rain

A Single Drop of Rain

Drops of rain rested on my window

not sliding down,

as if they were afraid

to get to the bottom

and be sucked into the maelstrom below.

Puddles incurring debt

to the shrinking sun,

dust motes

bombed by invading sunlight,

ants not running fast enough

to escape the swirling mass.

Like a solar eclipse,

suddenly all goes quiet

when all we were expecting 

was darkness.

And out of this chaos,

years away,

raindrops sit on my window.