The Rhythm of the Rain

I sit alone and watch the rain

As crystal shards slide down the pane,

And on the street the passers by

Stride with purpose swiftly by.

I wonder if they see the spots,

Or hear the rhythm of the drops,

As night embraces one and all,

And on the pavement droplets fall.

Tears of joy, the tears of pain

Fall so gently in the rain

And wash away the sins of time,

And some are yours and some are mine.

The pavement of our lives lies wet.

It glistened then and glistens yet.

----William Stroud