I sit at my perch.

Looking out at the world.

Pitter patter

Taptaptap

The sound of the raindrops

Striking the lifeless

Cruel concrete floor.

I sit at my perch

By the window.

Looking out at the world

People scurrying about

Trying to escape

The fate of getting wet.

Yet try and try

They might,

Dripping they do get.

I sit at my perch

Looking at the world

Watching the rain

Cleanse the air.

Smell

The fragrance of cool,

clean

Air.

Gaze

Upon the sparkling surface

The rain covers

Bringing the world to greater clarity and purity.

Watch

The trees wave their leaves

Welcoming the drops

Of life,

As they land and glisten

On their green, green fingers.

Feel

The cool fingers

Of the wind

Stroking my cheeks

Its touch

Clearing my cluttered mind.

I sit at my perch

Pressing against the cold metal bars

Of the window grille

Imagining myself to be

That butterfly

Flitting about

Riding on the Winds of Freedom.

Wishing I could be out there

too

To embrace the wind

To sacrifice safety

For freedom

To break free of my bonds.

Yet alas

For I am but

A land-bound creature.