The Rain

Outstretched, slowly going
Over reaching, softly flowing
Tonight

It is in curious interest, that I
Stare outside, a lonely mind
The race is being run, down the side
Of the window/Am I behind?
Out of time?
Doubt it, the world is mine/
Just as I touch the sky, The divine/
Is already inside, already arrived,
Painting the wall in hues amazing
And these hazy thoughts-

Give themselves to a form and clarity granted by the falling of the rain,
Outstretched, slowly going
Over reaching, constantly flowing
Tonight.