I look out my window,
And what to my surprise.
It's raining outside,
Water coming from the sky.

First a drop or two,
Then buckets at a time.
The water pours down,
It's as it hits its prime.

I listen to the drops,
As they hit the glass.
I can already smell,
The dew on the grass.

I slowly drift off,
As I watch the rain.
Into my head,
My thoughts not in vain.

I think of my life,
And all I have done.
My life like the sky,
Absent of the sun.