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by Brianna Dec 9, 2006 category : Nature, environment / nature
There's raindrops on the window That's rolled half-way down They're tiny but perfect circles Small enough to disappear if they'd hit the ground I close one eye And slouch down in my seat Staring at the raindrops reflecting the red of the traffic light Across the street For some reason it seems mystical They way they crystalize And I find it so hard To draw away my eyes The lights change to green And it looks even more neat I shift around and stare at the other raindrops From where I am in my seat Finally we drive again And the drops no longer reflect Memories of the traffic light We'd already left But now I notice That the sky is grey But strange and foggy; Not something you see everyday The fog moved swifly Across the sky I love the view so much I don't even care why The wind on my face I stare at the horizon that darkens to black Sighing contentedly I rest on my back Sometimes the rainy nights Are the best nights of all The smell of the dew and the changing leaves The essence of fall.