when the language of rain
is in need of
translation.
when the parallel lines
have
crossed.
when observing the time
by the pizza boxes
arching
toward
a ceiling fan.
when pages of
stories are skipped
to the end unread.
rain touches the lonely,
rain is weaving
the hearts
with dreams.
rain colors the lonely
arching in color
touching the sky.
droplets of water
through your window glass
tapping of comfort
of watering eyes.