The rain beats and batters the silence
of this otherwise quiet and solitary night.

I look out the window and at first glance see
two separate raindrops, sliding down the glass.
They slide, one beside the other...and as if by
the magic of magnetics, they roll together and merge,

sliding as one, the two raindrops fall...
down the sill and and with a sound of softness,
they land upon the grass below.

It is spring...the grass is growing.

I have always known you as kindness,
you guide me through to a calmer place.

Like that raindrop.