I sit by the window
and watch as raindrops delude my
vision of the outside as they
splash softly on the glass.

I don't care.
The pitter-patter of the raindrops
is in tune with the rest of my
world. The radio isn't playing
anything, yes, but
pitter-
patter
is enough
for now.

And I stare at the Bible
on my table and the empty glow
of the lamp, also on my table,
and also the imaginary picture
of you hanging on the wall
and I sigh.

But because it's raining out,
and pitter-patter is a pleasant sound,
I give up,
and think about possibilities instead.