A rain drop
hits the windowpane.
You can almost
hear the slap
from here.
The windowpane
looks stunned.
It just
stands there
stares.
And at first, one
then more
teardrops
run down its face.
A fly
walks unperturbed
across
its field of tears
that only exist
on the other side
of the glass.
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fine imagery, ...A fly walks unperturbed across its field of tears... My pleasure to read this thank you for sharing