Searching for words, finding none,
the sound of rain on leaves, a
backdrop to memories old and dear.

The window glass is splattered
as a gentle breeze wafts
through the trees.

He stares through the window
not seeing, not understanding
her leaving.

The sound of the door closing
behind him and her image
blurred through water on glass.

When she’s gone he steps outside
lifting his face to the sky.
There is solace in the rain.