Rain drops on the window
Rain drops on the window, smeared vision of winter, dripping down summer screens left attached out of a desire to be lazy. Tapping drops provide rhythm to the afternoon while bodies of woman and dog lay snuggled on the couch.
Breathing underneath blankets woven out of past generations they constitute family. Piled together just a room away on a winter afternoon of lounging, as though this day could never change even with the movement of the sun across the sky making shadows grow long. Water runs past this desk into the ocean a few blocks away, floating to parts unknown. There probably will not be any gnomes traveling as companions with the drip drops underneath umbrellas that are waiting for a slice of the sun.
