Rain Revisited

	It rained again yesterday.  The kind of rain that rides the waning winter wind and 
bites at weather-worn faces.  A lonely harbinger of early spring encrusting the scattered 
snowpiles with a fragile film of ice.

	The tiny icedrops pelted the windshield of the bus and migrated into clumps, soon 
washed away by the sweeping windshield wipers.  With each recurring collection, the 
masses glistened briefly from the light of oncoming traffic, before being swept away into 
the darkness of early morning.  Gleaming, impermanent moments in time, beautiful and 
fleeting but for a vaporous impression in memory's grasp.
	All around lay an encasement of despondency.  Listless eyes gazed outward 
toward the gray dawn while the precipitation speckled and tapped at the windows.  Hair 
lay wet and tangled and jackets sat soaked to the fiber.  Chill pressed down on every soul, 
heavy as lead.
	
	And I sat among it all, with a spirit lifted on wings of sweet recollection.

	Fleeting memories of August showers, the distant thunder rumbling through rain-
soaked bodies.  Warm blasts from car heaters on bare feet and the heavy sound of 
sleeping breaths.  Streaming tears of water down the windshield filtering the outside into 
a shimmering portrait of dull gray-clouded color.  Unspoken words, stolen glances, and 
nervous uncertainty.  Questions yet to be asked, and answers yet to come.  

	And Love.

	It rained again yesterday.  The kind of rain that steals away the night and rides on 
winded wings of remembrance.  Each jeweled droplet a story, each bead of water a 
memory, each icy spherule a tear of joy or sorrow.
	
	A lonely reminder of what was, a brief token of what is, a glittering vanguard of 
what is to come.