I am sitting in my room
looking out the window pane,
I hear a slight tapping
I hadn't noticed it started to rain.
As I watch the raindrops
form into a daffodil,
then suddenly disappear
streaming down the sill.
I look again
to see if I can find,
something familiar
that will bring back to mind.
The days of springtime
bright sunshine and flowers
the warmer days
when we wiled away the hours.
Then I awoke
the daydream in demise,
it's not raining
but the teardrops falling from my eyes.