Rain Beads of water cling to the windows front; The world reflected in every drop. Streetlights glow with the colors of Christmas. And in the wines reflection the room sways Looking for a way out or the way back. It all looks better than it really is. Perhaps remnants of the love we shared still stored in the curtains and furniture. The soothing breeze rolling across the plain. Shirley Jones sings to a beautiful morn. You never liked it, but I think of you Beneath that sky in your favorite dress. Another world in a bead of water Growing larger only to fall away.