The winter rain returned again this season.
Each droplet landed hard against my roof
sodden, breathing things
unstrapped from life
blown down, sideways and up,
that somehow found their way back home.
One shivering drop of water measures out my windowpane
and remembers how it meant to be a snowflake,
but fell short.
Meanwhile, the shingles on my roof
peer deep into the slate blue sky
and listen for the sound of snow-filled air.