Rain on the window
streaking down in drops and smears
a soft beat, a rattling
pattering sound.
Beyond the glass
a world of green and gray
trees waving
mist draped across the hills
the city swathed in dew and drizzle
spring leaves like emeralds, set in silver
sparkling against the haze.
Subdued, the traffic moves
muted, tranquil
blurred by the streaks
and smears and drops
a soothing, misty
fresh, inspiring
bracing spring tableau.