Rain percolates
Through the glass
Each drop
Like resin
Distilled
To trickle down
The pane
A fusion
Each bead
Embracing
Until
The obscured
Becomes clear
Once more
And all is
Obsidian
As night returns.
Running in the slow lane
Rain percolates
Through the glass
Each drop
Like resin
Distilled
To trickle down
The pane
A fusion
Each bead
Embracing
Until
The obscured
Becomes clear
Once more
And all is
Obsidian
As night returns.