Listen

Listen to the drops, heavier than the dew
longer than a drip from
the faucet I left on at half past seven
and softer than the tears I shed
in sadness... then rejoicing
Listen to their patterns, each a
different pitch, a different touch.
Some too eager, but never too much.
Listen to the rain paining the glass
striping in time of a water's march
Listen to it hum, to it fall, to it sing
Listen to it expand as it lands
offering life to the pavement the near garden
spilling like my thoughts, like my words on this page
Listen, and imagine
a flood.