Soft drops, tear drops
Pitter-pat, titter-tat
Upon my windowsill.
Inside, we sit.
Looking out.
Colors washed away
From a pitter-pat.
Thoughts washed away
From a titter-tat.
Empty eyes watch
Empty streets of rain.
Nothingness
Full of Somethingness
Drops from eyelashes.
Drops from the sky.
One and the same.