Rainy Day Reflections

Raindrops flow in thin streams
slowly down the windowpane like
small brooklets marking the landscape.
Completing this triplet of nature,
her face reflects
like in a mirror
its own visible traces of
fear, pain, grief -
tears, each one caught in a bottle
and recorded by the Beloved.

Rivulets of raindrops
brooklets of cool water
tears of a soul
marking, cleansing, healing, renewing.

Sheila Conner
January 26, 2011 (Psalm 56)