“Inspiration From the Rain”
It’s a funny thing. When it rains - really rains, until the streets are washed clean and the trees drink deeply - and the wind carries just right, the windows…ripple. Glassy waves run across their surfaces. It is so fragile-looking, then. Almost as if you could shatter it if you reached out, your contact enough to give lie to the image before your eyes.
You know it is not moving - it can’t be - and yet…the window shimmers. Look as long as you like. So long as the wind howls its solitary refrain and the rains come down, the impossible lies before you.
And you can almost touch it.