Years Long Past

My head rested heavy
On a tired window pane.
Its peeling paint caught in my hair
As I watched the storm
Invade the street, silently;
The darkness defeating any value
It holds in daylight.
Beads of rain trail one another down,
Down the glass gathering its body
Into a substantial drop
That dives into the shadows below.
Falling deep into the bliss of this seasonal pour,
My mind grows numb as my eyes trail
Silkened threads of water;
Tapestries of Atlantis’s.
The sky looked far too small
To cry such a rain.