As I look through my window one rainy evening,
My skies, my grass, my world, all seem to be in a cage.
I stare, and much more than the rain, cloud my eyes.
I find memories that trap me within myself.
I look again through my window and take in the world.
The cage is in my mind, the clouds are in my eyes.
A soft fragrance of the wet earth wafts in ever so gently
I am alive, I am awake, my soul is drenched with the nectar from the skies…