A cold winters day
staring thoughtlessly out of a clear window
watching as the rain drops carelessly
onto the soaked brickwork below
without a single thought
I close my eyes
for no particular reason
and listen to the rain
hearing the drops
feeling them as if they landed on my bare skin
the cold freezing all doubt within me
and leaving me desolate
but not unhappy

accepting
that like the rain
everything
is cold
but in its own way
beautiful