Edmund D. Zayat
Window Of My Thoughts
I stared and stared past the window, deeply immersed in thought,
Listening to the dripping of rain the vented clouds had wrought.
Rain gently tapping on the window with its streamlets to the sill,
Transformed my mood imperceptibly from pensive to tranquil.
I stared and stared out the window, to see what I could see,
Rain from a gray-cast sky nourishing green grass and a tree,
And pockmarked pools in flower beds and wonders you can't explain
Like misty astral impressions God created