I tremble at the
falling
deliberate
strokes
the rhythmic swiping across
the window panes
remind me that I am dry
I am dry
An ocasional noise from the branches swishing
swaying
knocking
telling
of a wind i cannot feel
the light is green.
yellow
red
Brings me to a sudden realization
that I never meant to go.
I never meant to go at all,
and now the light is green again.
